The drive to the old docks near the island was pleasant and peaceful. They listened to the radio and actually joked around a bit, Kylie watching the trees whiz by outside while Logan stayed focused on controlling the car. The Crown Victoria bumped and rocked violently over the uneven dirt road once they reached it, but fortunately they did not have far to go before they arrived at the boat launch.
The old concrete ramp leading to the water was cracked and covered with a myriad of pebbles. The floating wooden docks on either side of it reached out toward the nearby island like waterlogged arms. They featured the occasional metal tie-off, but there were no boats bobbing in the lake's ripples.
“How are we supposed to get out there?” Kylie asked as they climbed out of the car together. “I do
