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I sat on my feet by the hatch. The smell was unpleasant, but not overpowering. Maybe JD had left some meat out on the counter. Yesterday. And maybe he hadn’t. Maybe it was JD. I could just stick my head down there and take a peek. I didn’t have to go in.
With the cabin relatively dark, I couldn’t see anything without diving at least partially inside. I placed my tongue on the roof of my mouth to trigger a nose block first. My head went through the space easily, but my shoulders took a little maneuvering, and I waited for my eyes to adjust. My head’s limited range of motion meant I had to walk my knees sideways up top to peek back toward the sleeping area tucked into the nose of the boat.
There was a dead woman staring at me.
A country-club platinum blonde, in her early fifties, was
