CHAPTER FOURTEENAugust 2006
Briggs wasn’t sure what his next move should be. They had spent more than an hour talking about everything from the war to fishing. Trust didn’t seem to want anything except a casual conversation and the promise of a future fishing trip. Briggs came to the conclusion that Trust was an okay guy, and if he didn’t know any better, Briggs would easily take Trust into his confidence.
The wind had started to pick up, and the slight chop on the bay between Gloucester and Harkers Islands had turned into a menacing stack of white caps that would surely keep Trust from going back to Morehead City.
“Looks like it will be a rough ride back to—wherever you’re staying.” Briggs floundered, barely stopping short of saying “Morehead City.” That would definitely set off Trust’
