“There’s a drinking fountain around the corner.” Sharky hustled out of the room and down the hall.
As soon as Sharky finished, Millie rinsed her arm. “How long will it itch?”
“For a few hours. A word of warning, the more you scratch, the worse it gets.”
The trio returned to the storage room to collect the items.
“I’ll need to make sure I give Jeremy his special bag.”
“The one with the Lacoste shirt,” Cat said. “If he’s as snooty and pretentious as you say, he’ll want to keep the high-end items for himself.”
Millie hesitated. “As fun as this sounds and believe me, Jeremy deserves some discomfort, I’m not sure we should prank him.”
“Party pooper,” Sharky grumbled.
Millie’s radio went off. It was Felix asking how much longer she would be. He broke up and she could only hear part of what he said.
“You’ll have to step out into the hall,” Sharky said. “Reception in here is the pits.”
Millie stepped out into the hall.
He waited for her to exit the storage room and nudged Cat. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Absolutely.” Cat sprinkled a generous amount of itching powder on the Lacoste shirt and rubbed it into the fabric. She carefully folded it and placed it back inside Jeremy’s bag.
Sharky lifted his hand, giving Cat a high five. “I sure wish I could be there when he puts this shirt on.”
“Me too. The guy isn’t going to know what hit him,” she said. “He’s lucky we didn’t put it on his underwear.”
Chapter 13
“Do you need me to help you deliver the clothes?” Cat asked.
“I can handle it.” Millie finished sorting through the bags, adding a toiletry kit to each of them. “Thanks for all your help.”
“No problem. Good luck.”
“This shouldn’t take long. My plan is to drop and dash. Felix is in the library waiting for me.” She hustled down the corridor, making it to the crew members’ cabins moments later.
She knocked on C119. The door opened and Tohan appeared. “Hello, Millie.”
“As promised.” She held up his bag. “I have some clothing items along with toiletries—a toothbrush, a travel tube of toothpaste, stuff like that. Is anyone else bunking in here?”
The other male employee slipped in next to Tohan. “Me.”
Millie handed him his bag along with a keycard and repeated what she’d told the yacht captain. “I guess your female crew member drew the long straw and has a cabin to herself.”
“Next door. She went upstairs to make a call. You can leave her bags and keycard with me.” Tohan mentioned Oscar had stopped by to drop off maps of the ship’s layout and tell them where they could find food. “We appreciate your hospitality.”
“Thank God we were close by and intercepted the distress call. Do you plan to disembark in Grand Turk?”
“Almost all of our stuff is still on the yacht, except for a few personal items including Jeremy’s wallet.” Tohan hesitated. “I doubt he would pay for our plane tickets. If anything, he would only purchase one for himself.”
“What about his father? Will he pay to fly you home?”
“Not if he intends to teach Jeremy a lesson. My guess is we will remain on board for the duration of the cruise.”
Millie nudged her head toward the hall. “How is it going with Jeremy and the others?”
