"Says the kidnapper who... smells like a butcher counter." He wasn't even going to ask about that.

Asher grumbled as he looked at the helm. It was Ray's fault they were all the way out there to begin with. He honestly had half a mind to strap a rope to him and make him swim the boat back. It would have saved him the trouble and it would have gotten rid of the smell. It was win-win.