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The boat kicked and bucked over a particularly large swell.
Josie grasped the wheel tighter and shook off the spray. She
loved days like this: A little wild, a little challenging. It was
time for her to keep her eye on the prize: Molokai. Somewhere
on that island, in that house, there were the answers to her
questions. When she had them, Josie was sure she would be
amazed she hadn’t seen what it was all about sooner.
Josie pushed at the throttle. The No Problem hit the waves
hard and fast and the boat fairly flew over the water. Danny
was enjoying the ride. Below deck, Stephen Kyle moaned. If
Josie had heard him, she would have pointed out that the only
way to deal with misery was to endure until it was over.
***
In a Homeland Security cubicle, the woman who had fielded
the call about Robert Cote the afternoon before, looked at the
time, and thought twice about inputting her data regarding the
conversation. It was twelve-thirty and she had promised to
meet her lover for a lunchtime quickie. Still, Cote was on the
list and she didn’t want to be the bottleneck that clogged the
system. Torn as she was, she opted to finish her work.
She clicked on the flag, and waited for the screen to come
up. Her fingers flew over the keyboard. She filled in the time,
the date, referenced Robert Cote, entered the name of the
woman inquiring, and attached a link to the recording of the
conversation. It was now twelve thirty-nine. Precious minutes.
Still, if she hurried she just would make it and the word
quickie would take on a whole new meaning.
She hit send.
Robert Cote was no longer her problem.
***