Sixty-Two
Saturday, May 28
Halawa Bay, Moloka‘i
Thomas heard the low roar of high-horsepower watercrafts beneath the sound of the surf. Then gunshots. He didn’t know if it was Mel or the guys surrounding the Aggressor on Julian’s Belassis shooting. Probably both. What he did know was that Julian was coming back for his tutu, and he couldn’t let him take her. He had to get to the Aggressor.
He and Eva ran down the beach and dove into the water of the bay. He pulled strokes as hard as he could against the incoming surf, Eva holding close behind him. Then something bumped up against him—Cleo, offering her dorsal fin. Taffy did the same for Eva. They grabbed on, and in moments, they were cutting through the water toward the Aggressor.
Toward gunshots and danger.
They stayed at the surfac
