Fifty
Monday, March 29, 10:58 A.M. CST
Parrot Tree Marina
Thomas looked up to see Mel and Charlie walking down the pier toward them with Carlos nipping at their heels. “Permission to board?” Mel asked.
“It’s your boat,” Thomas said with a small salute. “Actually, Mel, there’s something we could use your help with.”
“Anything.”
“Good. We’re hunting the Lusca.”
“Seriously?”
Eva nodded. “Very.”
Mel grinned. “Sign me up.” He turned to Charlie. “You in?”
Charlie rubbed Carlos’s ears. “Maybe I’ll just stay here and babysit Carlos. I think that’s more my speed. If you need me, though, give me a holler over the ham.”
“So,” said Mel, “you guys have a plan?”
Thomas noted that his old master chief hadn’t taken the opportunity to make fun of his retired Air Force friend Charlie.
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