Chapter 57: The boating life

Collins handled the boat by himself, leaving David to do nothing but enjoy the view. At first, he could see the islands they were leaving behind. A few other boats dotted the horizon. But as one day turned into three, there was nothing around. No one else on the water. No land. Nothing, other than water, in any direction. It was peaceful. It was empty. It was lonely.

It was appropriate.

“I fixed things up for you,” Collins told him, coming out onto the deck and offering David a beer. David popped off the top off the beer and took a swig. He still wasn’t ready to drink as heavily as he wanted to, but the beer was a start. He wondered how many cases were on board.

Collins continued. “According to the computers at the morgue in Aurora, there actually was a body in that RAV-4, a body that was identified as belonging to Michael Crane. The body was apparently cremated, in accordance with the family’s wishes.”

David took another swig. “Great.”