Chapters (78)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- About the Author
- Also by Owen Laukkanen
She muscled Burke the last few feet, ducked low enough that Sweeney could wrap his arms around Burke’s armpits, and then she lifted with her legs as Sweeney hauled. Together they muscled Burke into the boat. Sweeney lay him down at the stern, crawled down into the cabin and came back with a couple of pillows and blankets, then tended to Burke like they hadn’t been trying to kill each other just hours before.
Men.
Jess picked up Lucy, who didn’t like it one bit and complained more than Burke and Sweeney put together as Jess hefted her over the side and dropped her into the boat. The dog gave Jess an aggrieved look, then went back to the stern and curled up beside Burke. Jess lifted herself aboard with the last of her strength, sat splayed in the cockpit, and wondered if she would ever stand straight again.
There was nothing to do now but wait. The tide continued to flood, and Burke was still breathing, and all that remained was to hope the tide lifted the boat before Burke stopped breathing, and that the hull wasn’t too damaged to get them to the mainland.
It was a ridiculous fantasy, but it was all Jess could cling to. She lay in the cockpit and listened to the water and waited as evening turned to night.
Sixty-Six
Sixty-Six
The rocks clawed at Harwood’s boat, but the rising tide lifted her. The twin engines turned over. And in near pitch-black conditions, Jess somehow managed to navigate the Grady-White over the treacherous shoals that ringed the little bay and out into the open ocean. All that in itself was a miracle, Jess knew. But their luck began to run out again midway across the channel.
At least, she hoped they were midway. It was full dark by now; Dixie Island to the north was nothing but the sound of waves crashing in the blackness, and the mainland to the south was just more of the same. She’d been going easy on the throttle, sailing as fast as she dared but not so fast that Burke felt it every time they caught up with the swell. The engines weren’t running smooth, either; she could hear something was wrong with the port-side propeller, and there was smoke coming out of the motor on starboard. But the boat was moving, and if Jess could keep it that way, she knew they’d make Neah Bay in an hour.
Then Sweeney ducked down into the cabin to look for fresh water, and when he came back, he was swearing, and he didn’t look right.
“We’re flooded,” he told Jess. “There’s about a foot and a half of water in the galley, and it’s rising fast.”