CHAPTER SIXTEEN
For just a moment, Mackenzie felt like she was a little girl. She was standing at the end of a ferry, the ocean wind in her face. Tiny plumes of water brushed against the side of the ferry, sending gentle mists into her face. She closed her eyes against it, breathed in the salt water, and relished the warm air on her face. She breathed it in and, for just a handful of seconds, was nowhere.
There was no case. No nightmares about her dead father. No hateful memories of the Scarecrow Killer. Nothing.
Then, of course, she had to open her eyes. The world came crashing back into reality around her as the ferry pushed her on, closer to Kepper’s Cay. The morning towed along behind her, and it had been a long one so far.
She had blissfully managed to sleep on the airplane—a dire
