“Jasmine is hurt, too.”
The energy that had been bestowed by the taser was transient, exhaustion overwhelming her once more. It took several seconds for her brain to register who he was talking about.
Patty's daughter, of course. “Where is she?” Clarice asked.
“In the kitchen. She's sea sick.”
“I'll bet.”
He tugged her arm again and Clarice followed him, staggering through the door, boat lifting side-to-side from a particularly nasty squall. Her legs wobbled, the wound in her thigh really screaming now that the adrenal ride was over. She had to grab Nolan's shoulder to keep from falling. He surprised her with his strength, guiding her into the kitchen where Jasmine lay curled on the floor.
Clarice sank down next to the girl. She was sighing, groaning. Clarice looked murmured assuranc
