CHAPTER TEN
The harbor was still quiet, although Sadie could see that a new boat had docked and there were a few figures moving around on board. A couple of dockhands were moving equipment around, their head lamps lighting their way. Compared to the daytime, however, the place was as good as deserted.
As Sadie walked past the two dockhands, she saw them notice her, looking her up and down and then grinning at each other.
“Are you lost, sweet cheeks?” one of them said, openly leering. The other had a small scar over his right eye, shaped like a crescent moon. The beam from the flashlight highlighted it, making it look like a tattoo.
Sadie stopped in front of them, smiling and then whipping out her badge.
“Actually, no,” she said, suppressing a grin of her own as the leer quickly disapp
