Dancing Tides (192 page)

She
s
wa
llo
we
d h
e
r
sh
o
c
k
.

S
c
ott Phil
l
ips. Sh
e’
d s
ee
n
w
ith h
e
r
o
w
n
e
y
e
s, S
c
ott
Phillips,
a
s he
took a
st
r
oll
a
long M
a
in St
ree
t. S
c
ott Philli
p
s, the
solid
e
r
w
ho h
a
d di
e
d in
I
r
a
q t
w
o
y
e
ar
s
e
ar
li
e
r
.

She
tu
r
n
e
d
ar
ound
a
nd d
a
sh
e
d b
ac
k to the
c
e
nt
e
r
to
g
e
t
h
e
r
t
r
u
c
k.

A
t the
s
a
me
time
Ke
e
g
a
n
t
r
i
e
d to ov
erc
ome
h
e
r
s
h
o
c
k,
Har
old
B
o
e
d
ec
k
e
r
a
nd his son,
Dra
k
e
, bob
b
e
d on the
lip of
Smug
g
l
e
r
’
s B
a
y
in
H
a
r
old
’
s t
we
n
t
y
-f
oot
f
ishi
n
g
bo
a
t,
O
rion
’
s Song
und
e
r
ov
e
r
ca
st ski
e
s, ho
p
ing
to
ca
t
c
h
e
no
u
g
h st
r
i
p
e
d b
a
ss
f
or
th
e
i
r
supp
er
.

O
n the
south side
of
the
b
a
y
, t
h
e
c
ra
g
g
y
sho
re
line
g
a
v
e
w
a
y
to
p
a
t
c
h
y
st
re
t
c
h
e
s of
b
e
ac
h dott
e
d
w
ith s
cr
ub b
r
ush
a
nd low
h
a
n
g
i
n
g
junip
er
.
Dra
ke
squint
e
d into the
d
ist
a
n
ce
,
wa
t
c
h
e
d the
r
ise
a
nd
fa
ll of
t
h
e
tides
a
n
d
c
omm
e
nt
e
d,
“
D
a
d, do
y
o
u s
e
e
th
a
t?
O
v
e
r
th
ere
.
W
h
a
t is th
a
t hung
up in th
a
t lo
w-
h
a
n
g
i
n
g
c
lust
e
r
of
c
y
p
re
ss
?
”

Har
old n
a
r
r
o
we
d his
e
y
e
s.
“
C
a
n
’
t m
a
ke
it out
fr
o
m h
ere
.
E
y
e
s
are
n
’
t
w
h
a
t
th
e
y
us
e
d
to b
e
.
L
e
t me
g
r
a
b
m
y
f
i
e
ld
g
l
a
ss
e
s
.
”
H
e
re
a
c
h
e
d in
h
is b
a
g
, d
u
g
out the
bino
c
ul
ar
s, h
e
ld th
e
m up,
a
nd
a
djust
e
d the
f
o
c
us
w
h
er
e
he
c
ould s
e
e
w
h
a
t h
i
s son h
a
d spott
e
d.

“
Shit. St
ar
t the
moto
r!
”

“
W
h
y
?
W
h
a
t do
y
ou think it i
s
?
”

“T
h
a
t
’
s a
f
lo
a
t
e
r
f
or
su
re
.
”

“N
o
w
a
y
.
L
e
t
m
e
s
e
e
t
h
e
g
l
a
ss
e
s
.
”

Har
old h
a
nd
e
d th
e
m o
f
f
t
o his son
a
nd shi
f
t
e
d to pull the
c
o
r
d on the
motor
hims
e
l
f
.
“
W
e n
ee
d to
g
e
t
c
los
e
r
.
I
f
it
’
s
a
bo
d
y
—
”

“
B
ut th
e
r
e’
s no one
in t
o
w
n missin
g
.
G
otta
be
a
t
o
u
r
ist,”
Dra
ke
r
e
a
son
e
d,
e
y
e
b
a
lling
the b
a
lloon
e
d
f
o
r
m hu
n
g
up
i
n the
c
y
p
re
ss t
r
ee
s,
r
isi
n
g
a
nd
fa
lling
in the
w
hite
c
a
ps.

W
hile
Har
old st
eere
d th
e
m th
r
ou
g
h the
c
hop
p
y
w
a
v
e
s, he
b
e
g
a
n
t
a
king a
m
e
nt
a
l inv
e
nto
r
y
.
T
h
er
e
were
on
l
y
t
w
o p
e
op
l
e
in to
w
n un
a
cc
ount
e
d
f
o
r
a
nd h
a
d
b
e
e
n
f
or
s
e
v
e
ra
l months b
ac
k.
Af
t
e
r
st
ea
li
n
g
in
e
x
ce
ss of
h
a
lf
a
million dol
l
ar
s
fr
om the
b
a
nk,
Ke
nt
Sp
r
in
g
e
r
a
nd Sis
s
y C
ar
r
h
a
d snu
c
k
o
f
f
six
months
ear
li
e
r
in the
d
e
a
d
of
ni
g
ht. Poli
c
e
c
hop
p
er
s
h
a
d s
ea
r
c
h
e
d up
a
nd do
w
n the
c
o
a
st
f
o
r
th
re
e
st
ra
i
g
ht d
a
y
s looki
n
g
f
or
a
n
y
s
i
g
n of
Ke
nt
’
s bo
a
t,
E
ast
M
on
ey
.
T
h
e
y h
a
dn
’
t tu
r
n
e
d up a
si
n
g
le
thin
g
.