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"We"re here," Christine said as she turned off the car radio and pulled her Subaru Forester into the gravel parking lot of the marina.
"Thank the Lord," her passenger, Topher, said.
Christine laughed. She wheeled into a parking spot beneath the shade of a windswept cedar tree and shut off the engine. "Grab the stuff out of the back," she said as she tossed the keys into Topher"s lap. "Take it out to the dock, and set it beside the Boston Whaler."
Topher checked the dock. There were five small boats moored there. "Which one"s the Boston Whaler?" he asked.
"The one that says Whaler on the side," Christine told him. She opened the car door and stepped out.
"You sure you want to go in there alone?" Topher said.
"Oh, come on. You can"t be serious?"
"I mean ... what if he"
