“I’m hoping Howard will have something more to tell us.”
“Howard is the friend?”
She nodded.
“Yours or your husband’s?”
“Both. But he knows George. He’s known him for a very long time.”
“Like Ricardo?”
“No, not like Ricardo. Not at all like Ricardo.” She shook her head as if she was trying to forget the image. “Howard is a friend. And we keep our houseboat here.”
“So Howard may have seen them leave?”
“Howard would never let George take a boat out in weather like this, especially with the kids.”
“Would he have stopped George?”
She seemed to consider this for a beat too long then said, “I doubt it. When George puts his mind to something there usually is no further discussion.”
Tully pulled up as close as he could to the shop. The rain continued, drumming down and interspersed with
