Chapter 11
“Bones, wake up. Wake up, man.”
Pulled from a dreamless sleep, Bones moaned as he opened his eyes. For a moment, his consciousness lingered in oblivion, but then everything that had happened rushed in to fill the void, and he started. “What happened?”
“We’re on a boat of some kind.” The voice belonged to Corey Dean, but Bones could only distinguish his friend’s outline in the near total darkness. “That yacht, I think. They zip-tied us, but I managed to work mine loose.” He paused a beat and then, with what might have been embarrassment or pride, added, “I chewed through yours.”
“Good little beaver.” Bones groaned as he sat up. “Where are we?”
“Belowdecks, I think. There’s no windows or portholes, but there is a table over there.”
“What about Maddock and Aycayia?”
“I haven
