9
“Can’t believe you know how to drive this thing. I’m so totally renaming you, Connie ‘Boatman’ Mankowski.”
“Why thanks, Killer Kristine,” he grinned as he backed them away from the ferry dock. “Beats the s**t out of Girlie. Never could seem to shed that one. Did some time as a yacht crew off Martha’s Vineyard. Pilot gave me lessons when we were running the boat empty to fetch the owners somewhere or other.”
“Maybe it’s time you shed Killer, Kristine,” Ray said softly from close beside her, too softly for Boatman to hear.
Boatman nosed them toward the end of the breakwater, almost invisible in the spray now breaking over it.
She could only shake her head. “I’ll take rear gun until we’re clear. Stay in here where it’s dry, Ray. It’s still dumping out there.”
“Ooo, never heard the Cap
