creating their own entertainment. If it were boys from the picnic who’d wandered out of sight.
Off duty or not, Jake had no choice but to check it out. He’d received several complaints earlier in the week from some of the local fishermen, who claimed their vehicles had been broken into while parked at the boat landing. Jake couldn’t prove it—yet—but he had a sneaking suspicion that whoever was responsible for breaking into the summer cabins had decided to broaden the playing field.
Jake bypassed the trail and created his own route, one running parallel to the marked hiking path that curved around the lake. As he reached the shore, he saw a boy standing knee-deep in the water, tugging on a rope attached to a makeshift raft bobbing in the waves. He was in no immediate danger that Jake could see, but because the kid’s frame looked as thin as one of the reeds growing along the shoreline, Jake decided to lend a hand. “Hold on!”
At the sound of Jake’s voice, the boy turned to look at him.
Jake, who’d always prided himself on keeping his emotions in check, felt his jaw drop in disbelief.
There was no mistaking that pair of serious blue eyes and unruly hank of sandy blond hair.
Jeremy Barlow looked just as astonished to see him. “Chief S-Sutton.”
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