Seventy-Three
Thursday, April 1, 12:07 P.M. CST
Offshore from Roatan
It was only after the wild dolphin pod had left, the body of the mutilated Tylosaurus still floating in the water, that Eva realized they needed to get out of there quick. The sharks were moving in to feed on the kill.
But where was Finn? He hadn’t participated in the m******e. Her chest tightened, recalling the drug runners shooting at the dolphins earlier.
Why had Finn not joined in?
The answer came right away, as he and Taffy swam up to the Dolorosa and Taffy emitted a distress whistle. Eva ran over to find that Finn had a long abrasion on one side. It looked like one of the drug runners’ shots had grazed him after all.
Something in his expression told her it was worse than it looked. Finn seemed to be strugglin
