Forty-Seven
Sunday, March 28, 7:49 A.M. CST
Parrot Tree Marina
Thomas lay in his bunk, awake, feeling sore but rested. And for the first time in a few days, he had nowhere he needed to be. He wasn’t working for Tess anymore, and even though it would be a timely thing to do, the new dive shop that Dewayne had set Mel up with wasn’t booking search-and-rescue classes yet, so Thomas didn’t have any work to do for Mel either. The dive shop’s manager had never shown up to work, apparently. That was fine by Thomas. He didn’t like its owner, Ignacio, when he’d met him at the Palapa with Eva, and Miguel—the newly hired instructor for the now paused introduction to scuba lessons—was recovering from his own injury. And he was Eva’s ex, or so Thomas hoped.
Pushing these thoughts aside, Thomas roll
