The next day we checked out and took a local island-hopper plane to Tortola. Cochran went another way, which he didn't bother to tell us about. We all thought it was important that he keep his distance so if the kidnappers were watching us, they wouldn't get spooked by our spook. We agreed to leave a message for him at the front desk of whatever hotel we were in if we decided to change the schedule we had worked out. Other than that, it was up to him to keep up and not be spotted, which was apparently the practice Brock wanted him to get.
Tortola was a lot like Virgin Gorda. We spent the day seeing the sights, taking boat rides, swimming, sunning, and stuffing our faces. At night we visited the local nightspots and danced and flirted and drank until we were about to drop.
The next day we
