Leo shrugged. “I’ll say I lost them, which is true. The GoPro is somewhere at the bottom of the ocean, and I lost the phone to you. They’ll buy me replacements. Who knows, I might even get upgrades out of all this.”
“You’re a shrewd kid,” Axel said with a laugh. “Hey, I know we’re all sworn to secrecy, but I would love to keep a recording of the dolphin banging sounds. I want to use them in a techno pop song remix. I’d never reveal the source—though I might give it a meaningful name like Melon Slaughter.”
Leo pretended to head bang. “Sounds like heavy metal.”
Axel frowned. “I only do electronica.”
Eva held up her hands. “I think we need to slow down on that idea. Remember that Taffy directed the pod to kill the Tylosaurus. We wouldn’t want to send any subliminal murderous messages to a
