About eight in the morning.
Los Angeles port.
Across the boundless sea, cargo ships moored in the designated areas swayed, waves slapping against their hulls, bringing with them gusts of moist spray.
Dean, with the drowsy Harry and Carlo in tow, frowned at the port staff member who was receiving them. "You mean the Elizabeth Cruise Ship still needs at least two more hours to return to port?"
The staff member nodded. "Yes, Detective Sir, that's the latest update from their communication."
"All right, thank you. Once they're back, please call us," Dean said.
"No problem."
With that, the staff member politely exited the reception room.
As soon as he left, Harry yawned deeply. "Dean, since the cruise ship hasn't docked yet, I'll catch some sleep first, or I feel like I could drop dead at any moment."
