17 16 - KILLER COCONUTS
“Mollie, Mollie, are you okay?” A dinghy pulled up beside me. I struggled to reply, barely able to keep my head above water. “Here, give me your hand.” I reached up and saw Ben looking at me with concern. He pulled me into the dinghy, setting me next to a case of beer, a fishing pole, and a tattered orange life jacket.
“What were you doing in the water?” he asked as he tossed an anchor over the side. He examined my PFD. “What happened here? This isn’t inflated. Did you fall off a boat?”
I sat up carefully, wincing as I bumped my shoulder on the fishing pole. “I didn’t fall. Someone…” I tried to catch my breath. “Someone tried to kill me.”
“Kill you?” Ben asked. He moved the fishing pole out from underneath me.
“Yes, kill me. See this lump on the side of my he
