CHAPTER 5: SNATCHED FROM THE JAWSAN HOUR LATER, LYDIA LEANED on the top rail of the wooden stairs leading down to the Nashes’ dock with her phone to her ear. In front of her spread the boat-dotted waters of Compass Bay.
“Sure! Are you kidding?” Mudge yelped. “No problem! Whatever she wants.”
He was working his afternoon shift at the Frigate, supervising the two DePina boys as they shelved new books.
“So, what does she want?”
He nudged Rudy with his foot. His older brother, Louis, had just jabbed him with a sharp-edged volume of photos, pretending it was an accident. Mudge had learned with his own siblings not to bother with the perp. If you want to head off a fight, you stop the victim from striking back.
“She’s got some high-end caterer from Osterville for her Zappa launch, but he’s
