“Father, we haven’t heard from the
“Then you must also thank the cook for me,” Tory said, nodding to the orderly to settle her in the ambulance.
Juan, Eddie, and the two former SEALs Eddie had selected were left on their own to arrange transportation. Rather than deal with hiring a car or finding a train station, they’d chartered the same helicopter that brought them from the
“They can bill me for a new rug,” Juan finally said without turning from the window.
“What about the ulcer you’re giving yourself? I don’t think Doc Huxley packed you any antacids.”
Cabrillo regarded Eddie. “That’s the pickled octopus I ate, not the stress.”
“Riiight.” Eddie returned to his English-language paper.
Cabrillo continued to stare out into the storm, his mind a million miles away. That wasn’t entirely true. His mind was six hundred miles away, at his seat in the Oregon’s operations center. This wasn’t the first time his ship had gone into battle without him, and it wasn’t that he didn’t trust his crew. He just felt a personal need to be part of the action as they went after the snakeheads.