Fourteen
Using the last light of day, dressed in full wetsuit, hood and flippers, Tristan scoured every inch of his hull to make sure no one had attached an explosive of some kind. He found some barnacles that would need to be scraped off this winter, and an interesting clump of kelp.
But nothing that looked like an explosive. Of course his only knowledge of that sort of thing was from movies. But he was pretty sure no one had yet invented a bomb disguised as a barnacle, so he felt confident that the Desperado wasn’t going to get blown to smithereens when they left the harbor.
Which would have sounded like such an insane statement up until a few hours ago. Someone had blown up his f*****g truck! The reality of that still stunned him.
What was he doing? Why was he putting his beloved bo
