MOLLY, A BOMB squad black Labrador retriever with a serious demeanor, gives me a suspicious glance before going up the gangplank to do a cursory search of the Ocean Song for explosives with her human partner. At almost two hundred feet long, there’s a lot to cover. While we wait for Molly and her bomb squad partners to clear the boat, we compare notes on Marta and try to get a better understanding of this woman.
