Present
THE MARINA OFFICE CLOSED AT SIX, BUT I WAITED UNTIL AFTER DARK before breaking in. The wood doorframe of the waterfront building was rotted enough that a good shoulder was all it took to circumvent the lock.
The place was tiny. Real estate this close to the river came at a premium, and they obviously hadn’t wanted to consume any more than necessary. A bar height counter divided the room—one side for receiving customers, and the other was dedicated to a workstation for two employees.
Each had a desktop computer that was password protected. I didn’t have time to screw with that, so I searched the office for anything else I could find that would tell me which damn boat belonged to Karpova.
I looked through all the desk drawers, then turned to the filing cabinets lining the back wa
