Dylan Cray would listen to her come hell or high water.She made her way slowly down the wooden pier, wishing she’d gone to her hotel to change instead of coming here straight from the lawyer’s office. Her suit and heels didn’t exactly mix well with the dock and the water below. But waiting could pose a problem. If Cray took off on is newly inherited boat then all would be lost. Her uncle had been very specific about who should help her on her quest.“Hello?” Loud Bruce Springsteen music blared from the boat. Charlene cleared her voice and yelled the greeting again.“You a bill collector?” The disembodied voice came from the other side of the boat.“No, I’m not. Mr. Cray, I…”“You a process server?”Charlene smiled and shook her head. This guy was a piece of work. “No, I’m not. If you’ll let me finish…”“You associated in any way with my ex-wife? I just inherited this boat and if the beast finds out she’ll be champing at the bit to take it out from under me.”The E Street band broke into the loud strains of “Glory Days.”
