Almost two hours later, he shook the water from his eyes and picked up his phone, which he’d heard ringing while he was climbing up the ladder onto the boat.
A text message waited for him.
FROM: IAKOVOS
Harry would like to know if Thyra needs the loan of a dress. She volunteered to go through E’s things if so.
“How bad is it?” Thyra asked, her expression tight and guarded. She was turning pink, from either anger or too much sun, and since he’d pressed a full bottle of sunscreen on her at the beginning of the trip, he assumed it was the former.
“The propeller shaft is bent, and one of the propellers has sheared off.”
“There, you see?” Audrey almost crowed. “I told you to turn starboard, but you insisted on going port.”
“I’m sorry I hurt your nice ship,” Thyra said, her back stiffenin
