She had to be careful not to reveal anything her father had told her. But she thought Brad might be in a position to pick up information her father couldn’t get.
“If Punaro is actually supplying the subs with fresh food, doesn’t it seem possible they might take other things, too—medical supplies, for instance?”
“You’re right. I hadn’t thought of that.”
Brad’s pull on the oars quickened as his thoughts raced ahead with this new idea.
“Slow up!” exclaimed Kitty, when she was out of breath trying to keep in rhythm. “This is no marathon, you know.”
Brad suddenly drew in his oar and turned to face her. She was glad enough to drift for a few minutes and rest.
“Kitty, now that you mention that fact I recall seeing Punaro talking several times with Petty Officer Brinson.”
“Brinson?”
“One of the ward attendants. I thought it was only about clearing the trash from the wards. But I bet Brinson could get away with plenty if he had a mind to.”
“I’m glad you told me about him, Brad. I haven’t had a chance to tell you I talked to Dad about all this.”