Rising Fury: A Jesse McDermitt Novel (Caribbean Adventure Series Book 12) by Wayne Stinnett

Author:Wayne Stinnett
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Down Island Press, LLC
Published: 2017-12-26T07:00:00+00:00

My feet felt light as I walked out onto the boardwalk. I kept telling myself that it was stupid and wrong, but Savannah’s smile lit something inside me. A long-dead dream of slipping away to some island paradise, a beautiful woman at my side. One who appreciated a quiet anchorage and deserted beaches.

I was comfortable with Devon and she was fun to be with. Her only flaw, at least in my mind, was that she just wasn’t all that crazy about boating. Living on an island, a boat is kind of necessary.

Savannah’s boat was pretty easy to recognize. Rusty had told me it was a big Grand Banks trawler. Sea Biscuit was a regal-looking yacht, a good forty feet in length, with a large salon amidships and lower houses extending fore and aft, which I assumed were the staterooms. The large fly bridge was completely covered from the sun by a blue Bimini top, with roll down plastic windows to protect the occupants from wind or spray. They were all rolled up. The aft house had a small dinghy on the roof, with a mast and hoist next to the steps to the fly bridge, for lowering and retrieving it. The dinghy was covered with the same blue canvas as the Bimini. The decks were teak and looked immaculate.

The rails were polished wood, with a netting below it. That didn’t make sense, as Savannah’s daughter was easily tall enough to climb over the rails. Maybe she’d put them on when the girl was a toddler, and just neglected to remove them.

A low rumble told me I wasn’t alone. Looking toward the bow, I saw a large black and brown dog with a bobbed tail walking along the side deck. A Rottweiler. The dog stopped at the steps to the roof of the aft cabin, its lips curled back just enough to display large canine teeth.

I continued down the dock, walking backward.

Aboard Cazador, I started the engine and looked back at Savannah’s boat. A large dog for protection wasn’t unusual for a woman with a child, living alone in a house in the suburbs, but a woman and child living alone on a boat was a little unusual. I don’t know why it struck me as odd that they’d have a guard dog aboard.

I tossed off the lines and used the bow thruster to turn the boat away from the dock. Minutes later, I pushed the throttle forward as I left the confines of the marina. Once on plane, I followed the channel west about halfway to Dredgers Key, then turned northwest, crossing the three-foot deep flats toward Bluefish Channel and the open waters of the Gulf, just beyond.

Once I was through the channel, I turned northeast, headed for home. The sun was high overhead, and Kim would need to get back to the Anchor soon, so she could make the long drive back to Gainesville.

For the next hour, I kept the northern most islands of the backcountry a mile off the starboard side, running in twenty feet of water.

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