Chapter Thirty-Five
The Greatest TrialDaniel King, Jonathan, Bobby, and Willy stood on the dock looking at the old Boston Whaler as it rode in its moorings. Willy’s cousin, Frank, was cranking up the engine and getting the boat ready to go. He motioned to the men to come aboard. They clambered over the side onto the deck. Waves from off the sound were starting to move into the harbor and boats up and down the quay were pitching and rolling in their slips.
Frank slapped the side of the boat. “She’s old, but she’s the most sea-worthy craft on the sound. It’s just a short run down to St. Clair’s place, biggest boathouse on the North Shore. We’ll slip this baby right inside, and nobody will be the wiser.”
Jonathan walked to the bow of the boat and looked out over the water. Grey-green, chop
