27Eden steered the boat back toward midstream, increasing the fuel until the engine sound was deafening.
The current beat against the bow, jarring my back. The sky above me was the dirty gray color of sheep on winter pasture, the cloud cover as impenetrable as the mystery I confronted. I felt as if I were looking at a muffler with a single piece of yarn hanging loose. If I could only get a grip on that dangling wool, I could unravel the tightly knit fabric, expose the truth concealed beneath it. I raised my voice to make myself heard. “You talk to your man. Find out for me.”
“Right,” Eden shouted. “If I run across anything more I think you can use, I’ll pass it on to the priest.”
I crouched at the edge of the bench seat, bent toward Eden. The wind at my back blew my hair forward, witch-
