They had gone somewhere.

They had been used by someone.

And I was about to learn who.

Chapter 22 — Another Incident on the Water

The retired coordinator was quiet for a while, turning the old pages, and then he stopped on one and frowned.

“There was another incident on that same stretch of water that afternoon,” he said.

“Minor, as these things were logged.

It wouldn’t have been connected to your family’s case at the time — different report, different people, no reason anyone would have linked them.”