She pushed him away gently, then yawned and sat up, stretching her arms above her head. Her body was stiff from sleeping on the sand, and she wondered when she would ever get to sleep in a real bed again. She checked on Yvonna. Her forehead was hot, but she seemed to be resting peacefully. Cash was still asleep too. Nacho’s towel was empty. Sarah jumped to her feet. Should she go look for him? But what happened if Cash or Yvonna needed her while she was gone? So she stayed there, petting Ahab, waiting for Nacho to come back or one of the others to wake up. She finally heard the other girl yawn. “It’s almost sunup. We made it.” “Don’t speak so soon.” Cash shot straight up as Sarah whirled around at the strange male voice. The man who stood over them had a yellow-toothed grin that was seedy and vile. As he chewed on a twig stuck in the corner of his mouth, Sarah immediately guessed who he was. A glance at Cash’s stricken face confirmed it. The man there in dirty navy-blue shorts, mirrored aviator glasses, and a stupid-looking white safari hat was the one who had taken Sarge’s boat.
