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“ARE YOU SURE THIS IS WHERE YOU FOUND HER, KID?” A.C.

circled the area again, changing the angle of his head to keep the kid’s stubby little legs out of his eyes. The portside eye was more than a little irritated.

As was he. He didn’t have a clue where Angel had gone, and any fish he’d tried to ask had taken one look at him—and his passenger—and had swum the other way. The little tuna-shits.

If he didn’t have this stupid hitchhiker, he’d show them about swimming away from him…

Instead, he’d come up with another way to find her: let her find him.

The one plus to those scaredy-fish swimming from him was that they wouldn’t be able to keep their gaping mouths shut. A shark carrying a Human on his back was sure to hit the gossip pools. All he had to do was float tight and wait for her to show.

The kid slid sideways on his back. “Yep, this is the place, but I don’t see her.”

Neither did A.C. But then, he was only working with one good eye.

He angled that eye downward. This was where