Page 477 of Hidden Depths
Even the ones he didn’t know he was taking.
Mom and Nathan stood near the bow.
They had spent three months pretending they were taking things slowly.
No one believed that either.
Nathan had moved his trawler to San Francisco.
He claimed the engine needed repairs only Sinclair Yachts could perform.
The engine had been repaired two months ago.
He remained.
Thomas returned to the old boathouse next to Sinclair yachts, against medical advice.
He carried a cane he refused to use.
Every morning, Nathan drove him to physical therapy.
Every afternoon, they argued about which one of them had been James’s best friend.
Mom usually ended the argument by ordering both men to behave.
Neither listened.
She loved them anyway.
Ivy and Willow rested on the upper deck.
Hazel sat between Frank and Rose, listening to the story of their wedding for the sixth time.
Frank insisted he had proposed beside a fountain.
Rose reminded him it was a broken sewage pipe.
Calle stood near the railing with Ben’s camera hanging around her neck.
Not her camera anymore.
Ben’s.
He had accidentally left it aboard Sea Whisper when the SEALs returned home.
At least, that was what Calle told us.
I didn’t believe in accidents where Ben was concerned.
He called her once a week.
Then twice.
Lately, the calls came every night.
Calle claimed they discussed the investigation.
No investigation required two-hour conversations after midnight.
