CHAPTER 17
Steadman thanked his lucky stars he didn’t tend toward seasickness. The boat bounced up and slapped down on the choppy water as he manned the steering wheel, setting up a rhythmic stuttering that would wring the lunch out a man with a weaker stomach. He’d sent Frost up front, armed with a telescoping pole for fending off hazards, and he felt guilty as he watched spumes of cold and frothy water break over the bow, soaking the poor detective.
He also felt a little bad about having to wrest the boat away from the officers in marine services. The department had only three other boats and every one of them was desperately needed. Still, his mission took precedence, and the Sheriff had cleared it. Steadman suspected the man would offer his personal craft to compensate for the shorta
