Chapter 32
Driving rain and thick blankets of cloud obscured the noon-day sun. Quinn shivered as the wind jostled the sleek cabin cruiser against its wharf. The gusts grew stronger, with lulls in between, as if some monstrous living thing was giving birth to the storm. What a coward he was. His little brother, all alone on the bay. Perhaps lost and in trouble … or worse. And yet the idea of heading out on this search filled him with dread. Quinn pulled himself together as best he could and stowed away the last of their gear in Flipper’s hull.
Zoe ran down from the house. ‘I’ve rung the lot – police, search and rescue, coastguard . . . They’re sending out boats, but helicopters can’t go up in this weather.’
Quinn saw something more than compassion in her eyes — he saw understanding. He l
