The scientific research station was little more than a metal Quonset hut perched on a bluff, overlooking a small, secluded cove. A dirt path led from the front of the structure down a series of switchbacks to a wooden dock at the water’s edge where a couple of boats bobbed lazily in the water.
“Welcome to your new casa,” Kip said with a sweeping game-show-host gesture.
Anna stared at the hut in disbelief. She had imagined rustic. She had even imagined primitive. But, in her worst nightmares she had never imagined anything quite approaching this.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she said, not exactly under her breath.
“It’s not fancy, but it’s home. And it’s got a great view of the Bahia del Cangrejo.”
“Bahia del what?”
“Cangrejo. It’s what the locals call the cove. Crab Bay.” Again, shoul
