“Is that the boat?” asked Billie, thirty minutes later.
They’d parked on the Stillwater Bridge overlooking the river and there was an older model fifty-seven foot Jefferson anchored in the water.
Bryce lowered the binoculars. “Yep, that’s the one. Her Escape.”
“You see anyone?”
He shook his head. “No. It’s too dark. They could all be sleeping. It’s after ten.”
“Let’s hope that’s all it is.”
“You should park at the marina over there,” said Paige, over Billie’s shoulder.
“Jesus!” he gasped, turning around.
“Paige!” barked Bryce. “You scared the hell out of us. What are you doing here?”
She smiled. “I’m here to help. Chill out.”
“Did you tell your mom you were coming?” asked Bryce.
She snorted. “Hell no.”
“When did you sneak into the SUV?” asked Bryce.
“When you guys were relievi
