Chapter Thirty-Nine“Want to bet they'll find clothes and jewelry on a sailboat remnant or two?” I asked Linda with a smug smile as we made ourselves comfortable on a wooden bench by a handsome Gran Turismo called Mystic Memories.
“Of course they will,” she smirked, watching a handsome septuagenarian carry supplies onto a Sundancer.
“He's a bit old for you, isn't he?” I joked.
“He's very good looking and very well preserved.”
I elbowed her and glanced at my watch. “Where'd the time go? It's nearly 12:30.”
“We did ask a lot of people a lot of questions,” she pointed out wryly. “Have you been thinking what I've been thinking about the scuba diving?”
“Uh-huh. She was long gone when the boat blew. If we ask around some of the dive shops, we may luck in re recently rented tanks and whatnot
