Chapter 100

“The—Quinn, you’ve sailed before, haven’t you?”

“Actually, no.”

“No? I thought Manns and Sebrings could do just about anything.”

“Generally, this is true. We just don’t sail.” In point of fact, I was a poor sailor and tended to get seasick on a bay that was smooth as glass. I’d taken a Dramamine while we’d waited for our flight from Liberia. The last thing I wanted to do was spend time bent over the side of a boat. Unless, of course, Mark was the reason for it.

He laughed and shook his head and showed me how to go about unfastening Varlebena.

Where had I seen that name before?

I stopped pondering that question. I knew it would come to me sooner or later.

Meanwhile, Mark was saying, “It’s going to take me a bit to get us under way. Put this on.” He handed me a life vest.

“What about you?”

“Never leave the dock without it.” He grinned and put on a second one, and I watched carefully as he fastened it, and then copied his movements. “Want to check out the cabin?”