She held her out to Catarina, who almost dropped her when she got a sniff of the unconscious child. "Maria?" She started to cry as she held her to her chest.
"You know her?"
She nodded. "She went missing from our Pride six months ago, we thought she was dead," she whispered too low for the humans to pick up. She set her on the deck, the other girls holding her.
Talia handed over two bags. "It's the stuff from the office, give it to the Americans with the girls. The other bag keep for yourself."
"Thank you," she said as tears ran down her eyes.
"Come see us sometime," I told Catarina before I hugged her. Talia tossed the line back onto the deck and the boat started backing away from the dock.
"What was in the second bag," I asked.
"Cash, close to a two million," she said. My jaw drop
