Fifty-Seven
Tuesday, March 30, 9:47 A.M. CST
Bailey’s Key
Eva stood on the dock at Bailey’s Key, her motley team bustling around her. Jose was loading the GPS tracking program onto Eva’s laptop, and Leo was fitting his GoPro, encased in its protective housing, onto Finn’s head strap with a clip, making it look like a contraption for a giant human. The strap itself had been sewn by Thomas, using Velcro straps from the Aggressor. Axel was fitting a needle from Thomas’s medical kit onto a GPS tile tracker. The trackers were left over from a grant to track endangered sea turtles, and they could only hope they would work for the larger and faster Tylosaurus.
“That needle is huge!” Leo said. “Do you give kids shots with those, Dr. Thomas?”
“No. I keep these in my med kit for needle decompre
