“Valerie organised for him to fly out on the afternoons Great Barrier Air flight. I expect Tony has already rowed him ashore. Didn’t you see Ryker getting his stuff before?”
Before I could discuss anything more, the yacht heeled over, and we heard the waves slap against the hull as the yacht picked up speed. I looked at Aaron questioningly.
“We’re off to the Mercs.” Which, I was to learn during the morning, was the Mercury Islands, and later to find out was one of the most beautiful places to sail in New Zealand.
