Nothing happened for the rest of the day, so by evening they had finally relaxed enough to tie up the houseboat at a pier and walk into the small town close by for supper.
Even though they had unwound, they still kept their eyes peeled for trouble on their way back. Nothing happened however, much to Derek’s relief. When they got back, they made slow, tender love then fell asleep, lulled by the gentle rocking of the boat.
Derek was the first one awake the next morning. After dressing in shorts and a T-shirt, he went into the galley to make coffee then took a cup of it with him when he went out on deck. He hissed in a sharp breath.
Then Brad said from behind him, “Breakfast? If so, I’ll pass.” He was referring to the two dead, decapitated rats lying there, still oozing blood onto the deck
