“If you’ll permit, Captain?” It had to be a sailor thing, the respect Ricky afforded the boat’s captain.
Knight smiled thinly. “Of course.” There was something else there, but Cally couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Where’s Gino? He can help with the rowing.” He hadn’t seen the man when he’d come out of his cabin, and if the son of a bitch was screwing around, Cally would tear him apart, and fuck the mook being his sister’s husband’s cousin’s son.
“Gino couldn’t make it.” The shorter sailor seemed to be entranced by the island’s terrain; his eyes were fastened on it.
He was alone with these men?
The sailor continued before Cally could get a sound past suddenly dry lips. “We didn’t want to get him into trouble. He went looking for a good time last night. It was his luck he found just the opposite. He’ll survive, he’s just a little beat up is all.”
Cally glared at him. “You didn’t think to tell me of this, back on the pier?”