Fifty-One
Monday, March 29, 11:16 A.M. CST
Parrot Tree Marina
Thomas piloted the Dolorosa west toward Mary’s Place, the site of Earl’s attack. After that, the plan was to go by the dive site where the Lusca had taken the shark. Mel was in the cabin, readying his rifles, but Eva had her shapely legs stretched out before her at the bow, watching the waves before them. As Thomas scanned the horizon, his gaze kept returning to her. She wore a dark T-shirt, shorts, and Tevas, but somehow made it look elegant. He noticed a swimsuit tie at the back of her neck under her ponytail, likely a halter to a bikini. Thomas didn’t have to imagine what she would look like in that bikini—even now he could bring up an image of a younger Eva, wearing only a skimpy suit, holding a fish out for a dolphin to
