Maggie opened the throttle up a bit as Scipio Creek opened onto the bay, and steered the boat toward St. George Island, just a few miles off the mainland. Kyle sat on one of the cooler boxes behind her, and Maggie’s heart clenched a little as she looked over her shoulder at him. His black hair wh...
Maggie was sitting on the deck. Beside her was David’s old guitar, the one he’d given to Sky and Kyle when Maggie had bought him a new one a few years back. Maggie had dragged it out of the corner of the living room and held it on her lap for a long time. She had heard Waterbound playing from it,...
There were too many people in Wyatt’s small kitchen. In addition to Wyatt, Patrick and the two EMTs, Terry Coyle was taking pictures of the scene, as one of Larry Davenport’s assistants examined Patrick’s body. A handful of deputies and PD walked in and out of the house, and she understood anothe...
With the windows boarded, she had lost confidence in her sense of time. Her hands, like her, were small, and her fingers short and deceptively delicate for a woman who could work the oyster beds and fire several weapons accurately. Her middle finger wasn’t quite long enough for her to gain any pu...
Maggie was perched on a bench near the dugout, preferring to bypass conversation with other parents on the bleachers. Little Tommy Baines was at bat and Doug Raymond was on deck. Maggie watched Kyle put his batting helmet on in the dugout. He would follow Doug.Kyle looked over at Maggie and she g...
When he walked in, he saw through the wall of windows that Boudreaux was out on the back deck. He walked through the screen door, let it slap shut behind him. Boudreaux looked up, and watched without expression as Wyatt walked across the deck. There were only two other customers outside, a pair o...