“Highly unlikely.”
“Why?”
“Donovan called a short time ago. Jeremy was at Guest Services earlier, raising a big stink about putting a credit card on file.”
Chapter 17
“According to what the yacht captain told me, the card Jeremy uses is paid for by James Manning who keeps a small line available because his son has a habit of running it up.” Millie shared what she’d learned during her conversation with Tohan. “Jeremy was taking his father’s yacht to Nassau to score some drugs. How he came up with the cash is beyond me, but I suppose if there’s a will, there’s a way.”
“He doesn’t have any drugs on him.” Nic told them Patterson had searched all seven and confiscated certain items when they boarded the ship. “I guess I need to figure out who this guy is.”
Using her cell phone, Millie tracked down the attorney’s website and showed it to Nic. “Jeremy’s father is a Miami area lawyer.”
“I’m assuming he’s been notified of what has transpired.”
Millie glanced at the clock. “Tohan and Jeremy planned to give him the bad news at ten. I haven’t heard how it went, but I’m guessing he’s not too happy his yacht sank.”
“Can you give me the number for the law office?”
Millie snatched a scratchpad off the cabinet and scribbled down the number. “It probably won’t hurt to be proactive and get a feel for what we might be dealing with when we get back home.”
“Exactly,” Nic grimly replied. “What’s the saying? Let no good deed go unpunished.”
Millie wished him luck and she and Gloria swung by the apartment to check on Scout. The pup met them at the door, his tiny tail wagging ninety miles an hour.
He trampled over the top of Millie’s shoe and pawed at Gloria’s leg, begging to be picked up, to which she promptly complied.
“Such a cute little fella.” Gloria cuddled him. “He makes me miss my Mally girl.”
“How is Mally?”
“As feisty as ever and keeping Paul company.” Gloria told her that she’d talked to her husband the previous night. “He mentioned the ground was covered in a dusting of snow. Winter will soon be upon us.”
“A reminder you should soak up every ray of sunshine you can,” her cousin reminded her. “On that note, let’s head to the lido deck for limbo on the lido.”
Before they left, Millie swapped out her long pants for work shorts and a lightweight collared blouse. To the tippy-top and midship they traveled, where Felix was wrapping up dress the guest, a one-handed, multi-team game of dressing a designated team member.
“Cruise director Millie is on deck. Don’t go anywhere. You won’t want to miss limbo on the lido.” Felix handed her the microphone and whispered in her ear. “Do you need a hand?”
“I appreciate the offer, but Gloria can help me with the bar.” Millie held the microphone to her mouth. “Who’s ready to go low?”
The crowd hooted and hollered.
“Awesome. Line up over here.” She gave the deck band her signal. A lively tune of the ship’s signature song, “Limbo on the Lido,” started to play.
With Gloria on the opposite side, Millie and her cousin held the bar high. Men, women, teens, and children easily ducked beneath it. They lowered it a few inches. Once again, everyone made it through.
“Let’s see how low you can go,” she sing-songed.
The band picked up the tempo. The teens, tweens, and young children breezed through. Younger adults also slid under without difficulty. The older crowd struggled, and they lost two contestants.
Kneeling on the deck, Gloria and Millie lowered the bar, easily eliminating the adults with only the younger passengers scraping by.
Finally, it was down to two contestants. A tween and young girl. Ladies first; the girl struggled to clear the bar before finally making it past. The tween collapsed halfway under and crawled the rest of the way to a boisterous round of applause.
“Seems to me we have two winners.” Millie called them onto the stage. “What are your names?”
“Noah.”
