5 EMERGENCY CHOCOLATE
“Did you just say Captain Dan is dead? Are you sure?” Scooter asked as he stepped toward me, clutching the winch handle in his hand.
“Of course I’m sure,” I said.
“But how do you know?”
“Just trust me on this. You really don’t want me to describe what I saw.” Scooter took a few more cautious steps. I pointed the flashlight down on the floor near the V-berth. “Watch out—you’re going to get blood on your shoes.”
“Blood?” he asked in a shaky voice.
I shined the flashlight directly at Scooter. He just stood there with his mouth open, staring in horror at the floor. “I think that might be blood on the winch handle too,” I said.
He gasped and dropped the handle on the table. He was never very good with blood. Every time Scooter cut his finger, he would close his ey
