15Dense fog had settled in like smoke hovering above the surface of the water. Maggie guessed they had two hours at the most before they lost daylight. Thankfully it wasn’t raining yet, but the breeze had turned brisk especially here on the river’s bank. She wished she had more than the thin windbreaker. Everywhere on her body, that had moments ago been hot and sweaty, was now cold and damp.
She thought the rowboat looked new. So did the fishing gear inside. It was tied to a post, gently rocking with the river’s current.
“That’s a beauty,” Cunningham said, coming up behind her. “It’s a kit boat. Red and white cedar. Still freshly polished. Probably just put it in the water.”
“Kit boat?”
“Build it yourself. You order it. Comes in pieces.”
Maggie was more interested in the surface of th
