AVA’S POV
AFTER a few minutes, we were at St. Luis Seaport, and I quickly got out of the car to inspect the area. "Do they really have yachts here on purpose?" I asked my companion in amazement.
"Yes, Ma'am, and most ports have yachts docked. Usually, they pay taxes and fees for their yachts to be there," he explained, and I nodded in response.
I approached each yacht docked at the seaport. I wanted to make sure that the Sanders did not own any of the yachts.
"Wait! Wait!" I called the attention of a man standing near a yacht that seemed about to leave.
"Yes, Ma'am?" he asked as he approached me.
"Is that yacht leaving?"
"Yes, Ma'am, it was rented by a couple," he replied.
"A couple?" I repeated, and I felt a slight suspicion. "Can I know who's on board?"
"Oh dear! I'm sorry, Ma'a
