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But then my father went to prison, and the tarnish on the Hale naation We were both relieved Our future together would have been an erown to resent each other

Hawkins tilted his head “What ’s happened to her?”

“Because you could easily ask her these questions and not meunless there’s a reason you can’t ask her”

Once again, the cops exchanged a look They seeiving up the tough act His face softened “Ms Lambert took her father’s boat out on Friday afternoon without permission and—”

“Which one?”

My interruption threw him “What?”

“Which boat?” Like us, the Lamberts had several in the marina

“The Trident”

I sot bent out of shape over her borrowing The Trident? She’s better at captaining it than he is”

Crewing one of her father’s elite keelboats in the Constitution Regatta had brought Jillian and ether, and what sustained our friendship after the relationship ended

“She didn’t have permission when she left port,” Hawkins’s tone was ominous, “or anyone else with her”

My heart thudded to a stop Single-handing The Trident was possible, but sailing alone was always dangerous A boat that size would be a lot of work, and a beast if the weather were anything less than perfect Oh, shit Hadn’t there been a stor?

I tried to convince myself as much as I did them “She’s an accomplished sailor”

The air in the roo The painful silence dragged on, winding tension tighter inside me

For the first tiotten my father’s presence, so it jarred me back to life when he spoke, even when his voice was quiet and somber “What happened?”

“A fishing vessel found The Trident adrift this ,” Lewis said “Ms Lambert wasn’t aboard”

For a otten off her boat while it was at sea?

I blinked slowly as cold realization moved in