CHAPTER SEVEN
The Whistlin’ Pig was still docked at the wooden pier when Camille and Palmer arrived at 10:25. According to the schedule, its first trip out was at 10:55, and the little ticket kiosk just off the pier hadn’t even yet started selling tickets for it. Camille flashed her badge to the man at the still-closed kiosk and he allowed them access by lowering a thin chain between the sidewalk and the pier.
When they came to the boat, there was no way on board; the little connector walkway that extended out onto the dock had not been unlatched from the boat’s interior. There were three men on the back of the boat, watching Camille and Palmer as they approached. One of them looked very confused, casting a look back to the ticket kiosk to see how these two folks had gotten by.
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