Other than the fact that this town had a different name and a large outdoor bazaar, one section filled with junk the people there wanted to call antiques, it could have been the last town where they had stopped. Nick was missing their home in Elk’s Ridge more and more. They had real antiques, for one. For another, he wasn’t considered a nonentity.
About an hour before the boat docked for the afternoon, Todd had been left a note to meet with Benning in this bazaar. So far they had covered the entire length of the place twice. All Nick had to show for it were bruised knuckles where he had been smacked by an incredibly grouchy woman selling some of the pseudo antiques for putting his hand on a dilapidated old chair. He’d seen Todd’s jaw and fists bunch so tightly they turned white. The woman
