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Taffy turned back toward the boats and echolocated into the water, scanning with her sonar for a human form.
What are you doing? Finn whistled at her side.
I’m waiting for Eva, Taffy whistled back.
But that isn’t part of the plan.
Yes it is. Don’t you remember? The plan before the plan. The real one between us—just our pod.
Oh, that plan. The pod plan. Yes, Finn whistled.
Taffy surfaced to take a breath. Finn might be the one with the head strap and that awful syringe, but she was the one with the bigger melon.
She submerged once more and focused her sonar on the water under the boats. The other divers would worry when they realized she and Finn had circled back. And Thomas would be frantic if Taffy didn’t arrive soon with his mate. She had to find Eva.
And then the fami
