Sixty-Two
Wednesday, March 31, 9:31 A.M. CST
Offshore from Roatan
Eva took a bottle of water from the storage bin under her bench seat but was careful to sip slowly; the Denise didn’t have a bathroom. Owens had instructed them both to relieve themselves before departure, but she couldn’t help but wonder whether any of his tourists had ever found themselves in a difficult bathroom situation down here.
“Dolphin’s Graveyard—some call it Dolphin’s Den—is over there,” Owens said, pointing. “I’m sure you’ve been there, Eva. To see the dolphin skulls?”
“Actually, I haven’t. It always sounded too depressing.”
“We were close though, once,” Thomas said. “Remember that day, Eva, when we went diving at Aquarium?” He flashed her a charming smile.
She looked away. Although the Aquarium dive site
