Twenty-sevenGrand Cayman Island › Sunday, December 7, 2008 › 04h30
Sleeping naked is best. Even better if you’re sharing a bed with an exotic Cuban señorita.
Will extinguished that dream in Jayson’s head as he entered his berth and shook him awake. It was 4:30 a.m. “Time to go, my friend,” he said.
Jayson groaned. “Okay, give me a minute.”
Tanner appeared with a mug of coffee. “You want me to pack a lunch?”
Jayson sat up and rubbed his eyes. “This is what I get for three million bucks? A bunch of smartasses?”
“Zodiac’s ready,” Will said. “Dive gear is loaded.”
Jayson’s brain fully engaged, all senses normalized. “Let me shower,” he said. “I’ll meet you on deck.”
As cool water showered his sunburned body, Jayson relived the past twenty-four hours in his head. So much can happen in l
