For a few thousand Turkish lira—the equivalent of about a hundred bucks—they rented a sixteen-foot motorboat and, keeping well clear of the main channel, puttered along the coast on the European side, hoping for... Maddock wasn’t sure what exactly, but something to justify the time and money they were sinking into the search. Bones was at the wheel, and as they neared the mouth of the strait, he spied a small cove on the European side and steered into it.
“This place is as good as any, right?” He said, and sent a hopeful glance in Aycayia’s direction. “I’ll bet you’re ready for a swim.”
“We’re not swimming,” Maddock said before she could answer—and he felt certain she would have been all too eager to join Bones for a dip. He opened his bag and took out a cloth-wrapped bundle. He uncovere
