Forty-Four
Saturday, March 27, 9:06 A.M. CST
Bailey’s Key
The next morning, Eva arrived at RIMS a bit late even for a Saturday. They were working six days a week now to get enough data for the grant. To her surprise, she found Jose standing by the boat taxi, rocking back and forth, waiting for her to go with him to Bailey’s Key. It wasn’t typical for him to wait for her; usually he would go on in early and get the equipment set up, since he enjoyed working alone.
Gilberto explained. “Jose waited because he hates the megaphone. The protestors are back—protesting dolphins in captivity. They’re like an invasive species. Do you think the RMP would issue licenses to spear them?”
Sure enough, as they approached Bailey’s Key, Eva spotted the droves of motorboats lined up on the far side of t
