Chapter Nine
King Crab
Relentless rain lashed across a marina.
“Captain Harry,” Imogen shouted. “Captain!”
“Imogen?” said Captain Harry in surprise. “I thought you’d changed your mind.”
He was standing on his fishing boat Magdalena, untying some rope, about to cast off from the jetty. “Did you feel that last tremor? It was the biggest one yet. It felt like the whole city was about to collapse. I’d say we’re safer out at sea. I was about to cast off.”
“Tremor?” Imogen stood by the boat. “No, I was –”
“You’re soaking wet, Imogen,’ Captain Harry interrupted her, noticing a raised bruise and a cut on her forehead. “What’s happened to you? You’re hurt.”
“I’m okay.” Imogen threw off her shoes. “I’ll explain on the way.”
Captain Harry smiled, pulling her on board. He threw the lines from
