For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke
“The mailing address is a post office box in Oakridge.”
“Can you find out what’s docked in Slip 14?” I asked.
“I can spend three days at Oakridge Marina,” Howard said.
“I’ll log every boat, take high-resolution photographs, and identify who pays the monthly docking fees.”
“How much will that cost?” I asked.
“Fifteen hundred dollars,” Howard said.
“That covers my fuel, the camera log fees, and three days of fieldwork.”
I looked through the back window of the store.
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