David Reddington couldn’t wait to get back to shore. The ocean wind felt like ice against the exposed parts of his face, and as one of the eight civilians who worked at the Port Angeles Station, he had the next three days off.
Away from the station. Away from the politics of border control and immigration and boarding boats to make sure everyone had the proper paperwork. What he really needed was a good deep sea rescue—not that he wanted anyone’s life to be in danger.
Most of all, Dave just didn’t want to be bored while on-board the ship he captained for the Coast Guard. A mental chuckle moved through him. Bored on-board. Bored on-board.
Bored on-board. Bored on-board.But the fact was, Dave had just turned forty, and everything about his life was boring.
“You watching the game tonight?
