Chapter Sixty-Six
Landon Beckham's a s**t motorboat driver, but at least she's efficient. She wastes no time in getting us to the center of the lake; just guns the engine and sends us flying. (I offered to steer, but she said I couldn't— apparently the last thing I drove I crashed into a telephone pole.) We skim across the surface like a water bug on steroids, shooting up waves and creating a ruckus that I'm sure will get us a million marks or something even worse; but I guess if Xavier is about to kick it, we might as well put our best efforts into saving him. It doesn't take too long to find the canoe. Beckham blasts the headlights on their highest setting and Xavier's red hair shines brighter than any beacon, even through the fog. It's only until we get closer, though, that a figure floats out of the
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