He hooked one foot over the bottom deck rail and leaned his elbows on the top one. Far below, the white wake foamed around the hull as the Washington State ferry slid placidly through the cold gray waters of Elliot Bay. Behind him the Seattle waterfront receded slowly, the aggressive new skyline half-hidden in the mist. Jesus! It was cold! How the hell did Samantha survive this chilled, damp weather? Gabriel huddled deeper into the lightweight windbreaker and thought briefly of the sunshine and warmth he had left behind in California. Down there the Pacific was an inviting blue. Here it was steel-gray. She lived on an island. Figured. Count on Samantha not to live like a normal city person in a high-rise apartment building in downtown Seattle. Judging by the number of cars parked belowdecks, a lot of people around here lived on islands. There were literally hundreds of chunks of land scattered throughout the waters of Puget Sound. It had taken a while to find the right ferry for the island on which Samantha lived.
