“If the weather gets nasty, we may need your help,” he added.
“It better stay fair.” Her brow wrinkled. “Danny’s out there somewhere.”
“The storm gods don’t care for Danny,” he replied soberly. “Nor for any of the rest of us.”
“Riggs,” she said, coming close and speaking low, “do you know any reason why the Captain’s yeoman should not like me?”
“Erma Stone? No, why? Doesn’t she like you?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“You never know about women.” Riggs looked away. “If one gets a grouch on me I keep my eyes peeled, that’s all.”
“Thanks, Riggs. One thing more, do you think they will send a plane back to look for Danny?”
“No.”
“Why?”