Chapter 12
“Let’s go, Mac!”
It brought me to my senses to hear the urgent voice yelling at me through the wind and rain. Looking up, I saw Detective Byrd was standing at the door to the clubhouse, holding it open against the strong gusts of wind, waiting for me to join the others.
As Detective Byrd closed the door behind me, I looked around and noticed that we were in an area the club manager, Louise White, had set aside as an operations center for the volunteers looking for Tommy. I was impressed that she had set it up a table, keeping it constantly refilled with cold drinks and coffee. Another table was set up with notebooks for people to sign in and out, so they could keep track of who was out on the water and who was searching in other areas. I don't know why I was surprised—Louise
