“Ye
s, m
a
’
a
m,
c
l
e
a
r
a
s
r
a
i
n
.”
A
nd
w
ith one
re
soundi
n
g t
a
p of
h
e
r
g
a
v
e
l, Co
r
d B
e
nn
e
tt
wa
lk
e
d out of
the
h
ear
i
n
g
a
c
h
a
stis
e
d, but
fr
e
e
m
a
n.
“D
o
y
ou think
N
i
c
k
w
ill t
a
ke
me
b
a
c
k
?
”
B
e
hind the
w
h
ee
l of
his
poli
c
e
cr
uis
e
r
h
ea
di
n
g
b
a
c
k to P
e
li
ca
n Point
e
,
E
th
a
n point
e
d out,
“H
e
didn
’
t
f
i
r
e
y
ou, Co
r
d
.
H
e
l
ef
t the
d
e
c
ision up to
y
ou.
I
t s
e
e
ms
y
ou d
ec
i
d
e
d.”
“D
idn
’
t h
a
ve
mu
c
h
o
f
a
c
hoi
ce
, now
did
I
?
Y
ou hit
r
o
c
k bottom the
on
l
y
pl
a
c
e
to
g
o is…” he
g
e
stu
re
d
w
ith his thumb in
a
n up
war
d motion.
“
I
b
e
t th
a
t old
F
l
y
nn M
c
C
rea
d
y
h
a
d
m
y
t
r
u
c
k to
we
d
b
y
n
o
w
.”
“
I
t
’
s p
ar
k
e
d in
fr
ont of
m
y
hous
e
.
”
“T
h
a
nks
E
th
a
n.
A
nd not
just
f
or
th
a
t—
f
or
e
v
e
r
y
t
h
in
g
.
W
ho is this
g
u
y
t
h
a
t
’
s suppos
e
d to be
m
y
sponso
r
, this P
e
te
A
ld
e
n
?
”
“G
osh, P
e
t
e’
s b
e
e
n
ar
ou
n
d P
e
li
ca
n Pointe
f
or
p
r
o
b
a
b
l
y
f
i
f
t
y
y
e
ar
s
o
r
mo
re
.
U
s
e
d to be
a sh
r
imp
e
r
b
ef
o
r
e
he
sold
o
ut to Cl
a
n
c
e
H
opkins, h
a
d th
re
e
bo
a
ts th
a
t
w
e
nt out
e
v
e
r
y
d
a
y
,
s
e
v
e
n d
a
y
s
a
w
e
e
k, the
R
uby
T
u
e
sday
a
nd the
P
ott
e
d Shr
i
m
p
.
H
e
sold the
M
oonli
g
ht
M
ile
o
f
f
a
d
e
ca
d
e or
so b
ac
k
a
nd Po
r
t
e
r
r
e
h
a
bb
e
d it into a
re
s
e
arc
h
v
e
ss
e
l.
N
ow
P
e
te
sp
e
nds
h
is time
w
o
r
king
a
t the
re
s
c
ue
ce
nt
e
r
.”
“O
k
a
y
, so this old dude
is
m
y
sponso
r
.
G
ot it.
W
h
a
t
re
s
c
u
e
ce
n
t
er
?
”
“
P
e
t
e’
s a
c
h
a
r
ac
t
e
r
.
H
e
a
nd
P
or
t
e
r
F
a
nni
n
g
u
s
e
d to be
b
e
st
fr
i
e
nds. Po
r
t
e
r
s
t
ar
t
e
d the
F
a
nni
n
g
M
ar
i
n
e
R
e
s
c
ue
C
en
t
er.
”
“
W
a
it.
F
a
nni
n
g
?
I
t
a
k
e
it the
Ke
e
g
a
n
w
om
a
n is
re
l
a
t
e
d to t
h
is
P
o
r
t
e
r
g
u
y
.
”
“Gra
nd
d
a
u
g
ht
er
. She
r
u
n
s the
pl
ac
e
no
w
.
”
E
th
a
n
t
old him
a
bout
Ke
e
g
a
n
’
s
r
ece
nt loss
a
nd how
she
h
a
d b
e
e
n out on
the
M
oonlight
M
ile
s
ea
rc
hing
f
or
a
n inju
re
d
a
nim
a
l in n
ee
d.
“
She kno
w
s th
a
t b
a
y
like
the
b
ac
k of
h
e
r
h
a
nd.
T
h
e
M
o
onlight
M
ile
b
e
lon
g
s to the
ce
nt
e
r
.”