This is episode seven in the sixth novel of The Trace Troy Adventure Series. It is titled The Double-Cross in Paradise. Here are the links to The Double-Cross In Paradise: paperback, Kindle.
A Good Job
They stowed their luggage, comprising of backpacks and canvas bags.
Trace sat on the cabin roof as they filed from the forward companionway. “Hey,” Trace mocked a doting parent’s voice, “now you kids be careful. Don’t stay out too late.”
They smirked and glanced at each other.
“Oh, by the way,” Trace said, “tonight's bingo night aboard the boat. Can I play your cards until you get back?”
They rolled their eyes and left the boat.
Sage came up the companionway and sat next to Trace. They watched the passengers walk away.
“Kind of rubbing it in a little, weren’t you?” Sage said.
“It’s been a while since we can have a little fun,” Trace said. “The last few months, this has all been like a pressure cooker for me and the crew.”
“Allie give you any idea how long we’ll be away from Suva?” Trace said.
“She mentioned at least a couple of months,” Trace said. “It sounds like a lot of island hopping. That’s kinda what I thought we’d be doing. Are you gettin’ antsy to get back home?”
“Nah,” Sage said, “just like to know what’s over the horizon. How long do you think Paul and Tom will last?”
“I think they’ll stick around until we get back to Suva,” Trace said. “Those guys have degrees, and they have them in nothing having anything to do with being a deckhand.”
“You remember D. Dalton Dillingham, don’t you?” Sage said.
“Best dern lawyer in San Antonio,” Trace said.
“He and my dad were, friends,” Sage said. “How they became friends is a long story. But, anyway, that guy is sitting on top of the world, cushioned by a stack of money. He came to our ranch to do some hunting. I saddled up two horses, and we went huntin’. Made a little campfire one night, sat and talked. I wasn’t yet out of high school, but he talked to me like we was equals. I remember he told me the best job he ever had was working at a counter in a corner grocery store. He said there were times in the middle of a trial he wished he was back there.”
“Are you saying when those guys reach the top of their chosen fields, they might say this may have been the best job they ever had?” Trace said.
“Who knows?” Sage said. “But this is a good job.”
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