The ferry captain stood on the upper deck and didn’t bother to hide his displeasure. Less than a dozen stragglers stood on the dock, waiting to be transported from the relative calm of the marina. Most of their faces were cast in odd expressions of anxiety and relief—anxious about their trip across the choppy waters, but relieved to be getting off the island ahead of the brunt of the storm. It was the last two in line that caught his attention.
The ferry captain stood . A blonde-haired woman, short and curvy; one side of her face was badly bruised. Next to her was a big white dog who looked as if he’d been recently plucked from the ocean.
An hour earlier, they had argued over the money, Austin and Wallace. Not the type of argument most would expect. Austin had insisted Wallace keep it a
