Forty-One
Friday, March 26, 7:12 A.M. CST
Parrot Tree Marina
The next morning Thomas awoke with an idea. An idea that might save a little girl. After being up all night with Soledad, then out late on a night dive, he’d slept hard. Perhaps that was what did it. Maybe it had taken sleep to solve this puzzle.
He went out on the deck of the Aggressor and found Mel already up, smoking a cigar and drinking coffee. “Good morning, son. Catching up on your beauty sleep?”
Thomas ran a hand through his hair. “I gotta make a call.”
He dialed Kat’s number on his smartphone. He hated asking for her help, but he had to hustle. He just hoped she would listen and that there would still be time.
Kat answered right away. “Thomas? What do you want?”
“I’m calling to check on Nevaeh.”
“She’s still in a
