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Jason stepped off the bus and hiked the couple of blocks to the parking lot of the marina. His gaze searched for the dark green yacht. Finding it in the same slip as a few days ago, he opened the gate and walked down the dock.
“A-hoy!” he called. He felt silly, but everyone who owned a boat or hung out at the marina used the same word to gain the attention of those on board.
The tall, built man who had him stocking the galley appeared. When Jason approached the steps to come aboard, the man shook his head.
“I don’t need you on Money Ball.” Tony stepped off the boat and approached J.B. “I rented a small boat that I want you to drive. You know how to manage a boat, right?”
Jason glanced at the line of sailboats, motorboats, and yachts. Most people who spent time in Florida knew their
