“HERE, KITTY, KITTY,” I called out as we neared the boatyard. “I wonder where she got to,” I said to Scooter. “She must be starving. She didn’t stick around the patio long enough to get her usual handouts from people.”
“Well, with all that commotion going on with the guys fighting, you really can’t blame her. It’s much more peaceful back here.”
The place was deserted. Although a few people lived in the boatyard while they were working on their boats, like Ken and Leilani, Ben had told me that most of the boat owners were locals who went home each night.
We picked our way through the yard, walking around piles of wood, metal jack stands, toolboxes, and a couple of dinghies.
I saw lightning out of the corner of my eye. A few seconds later, a large clap of thunder startled me. As we neare
