Taking a breath, I focused on the time-smeared print. “Okay, but there’s still the problem of noise.” He looked blankly at me, and I added, “It would be stupid to think they don’t watch the water, and it’s not like we can just boat up to the beach and not expect to be seen. Even at night there’s noise. It carries too well over water.”

“We could paddle across,” he suggested, and I gave him a telling look.

“Ah, Jenks? It’s not a lake, it’s a friggin’ freshwater ocean. Did you see the size of the tanker going under the bridge when we came into town? The wake from it could tip us. I’m not canoeing it unless your name is Pocahontas. Besides, the ambient light will give us away, first-quarter moon or not. To expect fog is ridiculous.”

He made a face, glancing at Jax and clearing his throat to get him to start singing again. “You want to fly it? I lost my wings.”

“We’re going to swim it.” I flipped forward a few pages. “Underwater.”

Jenks blinked. “Rache, you gotta stop using that sugar substitute. Under the water? Do you know how cold it is?”

“Just listen.” I found the page, and after taking Rex off his lap, I dropped the book onto it. It was my turn to hold the cat. She wiggled and squirmed, settling as the warmth of my hands covered her. “Look,” I said, charmed when Rex patted at my swinging bracelet. “They have scuba diving off the wrecks, charm enhanced so you don’t freeze to death. The water’s pretty clear here despite the current, and since they’re privately owned, you can take whatever you want off the wrecks. It’s a poor man’s treasure-hunting excursion.”

He snorted. “I’ve never been swimming, and unless you took a class I wasn’t aware of, you don’t know how to dive.”

“Doesn’t matter.” I pointed to the half-page ad. “See? They’re licensed to take you out regardless of experience. I’ve heard of these things. They teach you enough so that you don’t kill yourself, then you go out with a guide. Once you sign that release form, they’re off the hook except for gross negligence.”

Eyebrows high, he looked at me. “Gross negligence? As in losing two divers? Won’t someone notice when we don’t get back on the boat?”

My fingers in Rex’s fur moved faster, and she peered up at me with her sweet kitten face. “Well, I wasn’t going to try and slip away from them. I, uh, was going to talk to the owner. Maybe arrange something.”

Jenks glanced at his son literally hovering over his work, then back to me. “You’d trust a human to keep his mouth shut?”

“God, Jenks. You want me to knock them out and steal their stuff?”