Chapter Twenty-one
Butch burst into the oil rig’s cafeteria. “Where the f**k is Jill?”he blustered at the women who were just finishing their breakfast.
Mickey was instantly on her feet. “She’s resting. What do you want, Butch?”
“Let her rest on her own time. Get her the f**k out here.”
Mickey saw a carving knife thrust under his belt and held an image of Black Beard. “Okay Butch. Calm down would yuh? I’ll go see to her.”
The compartment door swung back. “It’s all right. I’m awake.”And Jill stepped into the cafeteria.
Mickey went to her. “You okay, kiddo?”
“Never mind the mother-and-daughter bullshit,”Butch stepped between them, “Jill, how many bottles you got in the dive shack?”
Jill rubbed an eye. “Eight, one-hundred cubic-footers. And two, double tanks, eighty cubic-foot per sid
