Fifty-Three
Saturday, May 28
USS Bougainville
Offshore from Molokini Crater
Jose was on the well deck earlier when the EOD team returned with Taffy and Cleo. Their crates of plastic explosives were gone. He could see Molokini Crater in the background, a crescent of rock emerging from the royal-blue waters of the open ocean. It was like nothing he’d seen before on Roatán. Almost like a volcano caldera that had been partially submerged.
As the dolphins were returned to their inflatable pools by the EOD team using the slings, both females chattered away with whistles and clicks. Jose heard their names for both Thomas and Eva, and immediately understood that they had been in the water too. But Eva and Thomas weren’t here now.
For the most part, these men ignored him. They didn’t even try
