Sixty-Six
Thursday, April 1, 4:52 A.M. CST
Roatan Institute for Marine Sciences
Eva arrived at RIMS in the wee dark hours. The security guard wasn’t even at the booth yet, so she had to remove the rope blocking the drive. She dimmed the lights on her Vespa and tiptoed it over to the parking lot.
With the Assassin Pro Ruben had given her sticking out of her backpack, she walked down the gravel path to the dark RIMS education center. It was, of course, entirely empty at this hour. The guests were far away in their bungalows on Anthony’s Key.
Something crunched on the gravel behind her.
Someone’s here!
But then a wet nose nudged her leg. It was only Rascal. She gave him a quick scratch.
The night before, she’d stowed a kayak with a paddle and life vest under the dock. She didn’t want
