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Vera looked at the video feed from the helo. Even Lake Michigan never created a mess like this one.
There was nowhere to drop the rescue swimmer that he wouldn’t be immediately killed against the massive boulders. Lowering him in by a winch would still drop him in the surf that the boulders were churning into a maelstrom.
Vera checked her watch. “This tide has another six feet of rise.”
“That’s a death certificate,” Mackey acknowledged.
The captain was already underway toward the sea mount, not that there was anything a cutter could do there.
Even a small boat…
“Uh, Chief? No never mind.” It was too stupid for words. No crazy-idea credits in the world would cover this one. But the image stuck in her mind.
“Spit it out, Vera.” She was surprised he even knew her first name.
Even a
