Drunk on a Boat by Zane Mitchell

Author:Zane Mitchell [Mitchell, Zane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781794606111
Publisher: New Island Press
Published: 2019-01-22T05:00:00+00:00

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The next morning, against her brothers’ wishes, Francesca agreed to meet Al and me for breakfast in the resort’s main dining hall at nine. It had been a long, agonizing evening dealing with a horde of angry Cruz brothers while waiting for Beto to grab Miguel’s spare boat and drive it out to Gull Island to rescue us. Despite that, I woke up surprisingly refreshed, possibly because I hadn’t put any alcohol into my system for two nights in a row. So I was pleasantly surprised to wake up that morning with a renewed sense of energy, ready to come up with a new plan to save Pam.

The lobby’s sliding glass doors parted and I walked in, giving a nod to Mariposa. “Good morning, Mari.”

Mari glared at me, her dark eyes trailing me as I walked.

I nodded at the other girl behind the counter. “Morning, Alicia.” Alicia gave me a hard stare as well. Talk about a hostile work environment. And here I was the one getting in trouble?

“Say good morning to Mack for me, will you?” I said as I breezed past the counter.

“Maclynn didn’t show up for work this morning,” said Mari. “No doubt your fault once again. This is the third time this week that she’s been late. No call, no show. Third warning is a fireable offense.”

I came to a screeching halt and turned around. At this point, I was pretty sure I’d be blamed if the sun didn’t rise in the morning, but I felt the need to defend myself nonetheless. “Sorry, Mari. I can’t take credit for this one. Mack wasn’t even with me last night.”

“Dumped her already, huh?” smiled Alicia, a hand on her hip.

I made a face. “She just wasn’t with me, okay. What time was she supposed to be here?”

“Eight o’clock, same as always,” said Mari.

I glanced down at my watch. It was a quarter to nine. “She probably just overslept. I’ll give her a call.”

Mari’s hard stare bristled the hair on my arms.

“What!” I snapped, lifting my brows and throwing both hands up defensively. “It’s not my fault, I swear. I’ll admit, the other two times were probably my fault. But today’s not my fault.”

I walked away. Pulling my phone out of my shirt pocket, I dialed Mack’s number. It rang at least a dozen times and then told me that her voice mailbox hadn’t been set up yet. I’d had three missed calls from Mack the night before but hadn’t bothered to return any of them because of the Gull Island fiasco. And by the time I’d been properly chewed out by each of Francesca’s brothers and gotten home, it was late, and I’d been too exhausted to entertain.

Even though I loathed texting, I fired off a quick text.

G’morning, Mack. Sleep okay? You better get to work. Mari’s in a mood. She said she’s gonna fire you if you don’t show up soon. I’ll call you later.

“Drunk!” called Francesca from the lobby’s doors.

I turned to find Officer Francesca Cruz dressed in street clothes once again.

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