Chapter 8
The next morning, Chris managed to eat a few bites of scrambled eggs before getting dressed and leaving the house. He drove to Lake Maren in the center of town. The lake was lined with restaurants and a shopping center designed for the tourists, with a carnival and boat rentals. Past the mall, at the end of the two-lane road, sat Folley’s Marina. Chris parked and then walked toward the chain-link gate of the dock. The gate squeaked as he opened it and stepped through, then banged shut behind him. The small guardhouse on his left was unmanned, so he walked down the dock. Five boat slips were on either side of the walkway, covered by a tin roof. Six fishing boats and four cabin cruisers were nestled in the slips, gently rocking with the waves. Chris passed those, headed toward Ron
