Backwater Haven (Kurt Hunter Mysteries Book 10) by Steven Becker

Author:Steven Becker [Becker, Steven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The White Marlin Press LLC
Published: 2021-08-29T16:00:00+00:00

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I loaded the car with a large cooler full of drinks and food, wondering how we would eat and drink even half of it. Justine followed, carrying several bags, one with chips and stuff, and the other with towels and sunscreen. I was tempted to bring some rods as well, but Justine discouraged me, saying we would fit in better without them. With the trunk of Justine’s car full and even overflowing into the back seat, we drove over to the marina and loaded the boat. A few minutes later, Grace’s car pulled into the lot.

Grace got out of the driver’s side. That was my first surprise. I had expected to see her guy, as Daniels had put it, but it was her car. The passenger door opened and another woman stepped out. They were dressed in matching pullovers, with their bikinis clearly visible beneath the opaque fabric.

“What are you looking at? This is Gloria, she’s my guy.” The two women exchanged a conspiratorial smile.

“Hey,” I said, not really sure what I was looking at besides two knockouts in bikinis. Not wanting to draw conclusions, I waited while they grabbed several beach bags from the trunk and walked them down to the dock.

Justine didn’t bat an eye when I introduced her to Gloria. I was itching with curiosity and wanted to get Justine to the side to ask her what she knew, but the cards didn’t fall that way. Once we were aboard, the boat was too small to risk any questions.

Grace and Gloria settled into the beanbag chairs I had tossed in the bow. Since it was used mainly for fishing and diving, our boat was pretty spartan. The beanbags provided a portable seating solution. Justine stood by me at the wheel as I pulled away from the dock.

The sun glinted off the matching belly rings of the two women in the bow. Forced to draw my own conclusions, I decided they were a couple. I wondered if Daniels knew and the “guy” comment was a jab at Grace.

We had decided to do the tour, hitting the Haulover and Nixon Sandbars first and then heading south to Sands and Elliott Keys. The river was busy. Even with the luxury of keeping our boat in a marina heading out at noon was not our usual MO. We had learned long ago that it was better to get out early and beat the crowds. Lines at boat ramps had become a problem, often stretching onto surface streets. To avoid the hours’-long waits, casual boaters were forced to get up with the fishermen. The facilities were not built for the kind of use they were getting nowadays. Parking lots spilled over to streets, and boaters congested the waters around the ramps waiting for their families and friends, who came later to meet them.

The river was different in that it had mostly marinas, so people were able to come and go at their convenience. Boats, from small bowriders to large trawlers, were on their way out, with a few fishing boats already coming back in.

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