Chapter Fifty One
Alex had prepared sandwiches. Because she often hosted Scirocco and his business associates with full course meals, she had a complete galley. Alex placed slices of bread on a cutting board and reached for a sharp knife. The rack was empty. She had two carving knives, two chef knives, a boning knife and a cleaver. All were missing and she had to make do with a steak knife.
When she served the sandwiches, one-half per person, the men had grumbled, saying it wasn’t enough, but they greedily devoured what little they had. Now, with only one meal left to them, Alex knew things would deteriorate rapidly. She needed to warn Irene.
That night, everyone sat watching sparks spiraling skyward from a blazing log-fire, but the camp was sharply divided. Irene’s worst fears had been
