Chapter 29
Sunday, June 9
Sprinting toward the sea, Colter Shaw eyed the craft closely.
The forty-foot derelict fishing vessel, decades old, was going down by the stern, already three-fourths submerged.
Shaw saw no doors into the cabin; there would be only one and it was now underwater. In the aft part of the superstructure, still above sea level, was a window facing onto the bow. The opening was large enough to climb through but it appeared sealed. He’d dive for the door.
He paused, reflecting: Did he need to?
Shaw looked for the rope mooring the boat to the pier; maybe he could take up slack and keep the ship from going under.
There was no rope; the boat was anchored, which meant it was free to descend thirty
