AFTER A DELIGHTFULLY greasy lunch of fish-and-chips, I decided to bite the bullet and see what I could get out of Penny regarding her relationship with Captain Dan. She was sitting on the deck of her boat with her legs hanging over the edge, polishing a metal railing.
“That looks like hard work,” I said.
“Owning a boat isn’t for the fainthearted,” Penny replied, putting down her cloth. “There’s always something that needs to be fixed, installed, or maintained. Like this stainless steel. You have to keep it polished to prevent rust. That’s one of the things I like about living on a boat. I’ve always got a project to work on. It keeps me busy.”
“That’s probably a good thing, given everything that’s been happening at the marina. Jack murdered and Captain Dan before that. I saw Sandy in the
