Chapter Thirteen
Mickey was under Pete Oliver’s boat when Sandy called later in the morning. He’d huffed through both scuba tanks, but when he surfaced finally into the sunshine, the props were on and the bottom was clean again. He’d gotten all the old zincs off and just had to replace them with new ones. Another half hour, tops. He climbed out of the water for a drink and to change tanks, and checked his phone.
“We need to talk about this thing with me doing Linus’s lab work,” she said. “It’s a lot more money than I thought it was.”
“How much more?”
“I can make what I’m making now working part-time.”
“Yeah, but for how long? Do you want to give up...?”
“I won’t have to,” she said. “Dr. Benson says I can use his lab, so all I have to do is work a couple of extra hours a day.”
“That
