Sixty-Four
Wednesday, March 31, 11:19 A.M. CST
Offshore from Roatan
“We’re finally putting these Belassi beauties to good use,” Ignacio said, patting the side of a glossy red watercraft which looked like something Ferrari might make if they manufactured Jet Skis. He stood on the stern of the Tesoro, with the yacht’s back gates down to allow them to lower both crafts into the water. Nguyen would be piloting one, with Tran riding behind him, and Ignacio himself would pilot the other, with one of his best fish-farm divers, a man named Felix, behind him. Felix routinely dove with the sharks and wasn’t afraid of the Lusca.
Still, he would have much preferred to have had Eva riding behind him. Unfortunately, she had spurned his offer. She was going it alone with her motley crew, including th
