Chapter 11: The KetchDriving past the Wooded Waterfront Homes sign into SailPort Landing, Louise French wished she'd said no. In her business, weekends were crunch time. This one had worn her out and it was only half over. She should be home on her deck uncorking a Chardonnay, not heading back to the condo where she'd found Harriet Benbow's body.
She'd only said yes because how could she say no to Brad Gerber? Someone had remarked on the memorial cruise that Brad looked like roadkill. Can you blame him? Louise returned. Her friendship with the Gerbers was more professional than personal, but she'd never met a tighter couple. Brad's strong-and-silent stoicism fit surprisingly well with Lanie's passion for saving things: injured birds, her waterfront townhomes, the Wampanoags' heritage. Whe
