Chapter Thirty-eight
Mickey found Rosa chopping dried shiitakes at the large galley cutting board. Kettles of boiling water sat on the gas stove and the sweet smell of fresh baked bread made her senses swoon. It was five o’clock and dinner preparations were in full swing.
“How is the liquor supply?”Mickey wanted to know.
Rosa set her knife aside. “Well you know the Company doesn’t condone hard liquor on the drilling rigs.”
Mickey smiled. “And I’m sure they don’t condone mock hangings either, but where does that leave us?”
Rosa resumed chopping. “Six cases– somehow six cases of Bacardi found their way into my stores consignment. They are safely under lock and key.”
“Okay. I want the boys to enjoy an especially good time this evening, after dinner. Without being too obvious, could you
