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Eva waited for the commander to turn his attention toward their security guard, the two men focusing on the radio. She and Ruben then retreated into the recesses at the back of the boat. While Ruben stashed her laptop in a dry box, Eva opened the locker she’d snuck on board earlier—the one containing her dive equipment.
She pulled out her BCD vest and hefted it onto her back. Ruben helped her get into her fins and mask. Eva scooted her butt up onto the side of the Zodiac, and Ruben handed her a stun gun, which she holstered, and her favorite fishing bow.
He gave her a quick hug. “I can’t believe I’m letting you go it alone again, mon,” he said in a whisper that wasn’t quite quiet enough.
The commander turned around. His face was in shadows, but Eva could imagine his look of s
