Even with the sheriff bringing possible news, he couldn’t stop looking at Wynne. He’d thought he’d lost her today, that they would both die. Something about nearly dying made a man appreciate the things that really mattered. He turned to face the sheriff as Rooney came into the living room. “Rooney, any news of my boat?” Rooney looked sober. “Yeah, we found it, but there was no sign of Joe or Bjorn.” “Maybe the boat broke down and someone took them aboard?” “We’re checking on that. The engine wouldn’t fire so it’s a possibility.” Simon moved restlessly. “What are you doing to find them?” Rooney shrugged. “The usual. The Coast Guard has copters and planes out. But it’s been hours.” Simon nodded. They both knew Superior’s cold embrace killed quickly. As it had nearly killed him and Wynne. If Joe and Bjorn were in the water, they were dead. He silently prayed for God to lead someone to his men and that they were alive. The sheriff cleared his throat.
