Skip turned to Alex, "Let's get these two cubes out in the ocean and turn them into shark snacks, dig?"
Alex looked like he didn't want to do it. I wondered if maybe we could talk him out of it on the way to our watery graves.
Alex nodded, herding us out of the drawing room and toward the front doors. The guard that Jeffrey said he knocked out was up and helping the one he shot in the leg.
As we rode by the guard shack, I saw the one I knocked out was still tied up in there...