Cassidy parked her Jetta, no sign of his little black sports car. She took her time wandering through the gardens and over to the boat locks.
It was a busy day. A whole flock of boats were jostling for position above and below the locks. This was the connection from Lake Washington and all of its multimillion-dollar homes to the ocean, making it a very busy thoroughfare. There was also a large haven of steel commercial fishing boats from Fisherman’s Wharf that added to the mayhem.
Boats jostled about waiting their turns to be raised or lowered from one to the other. Tourists wandered up and down the concrete walls on either side as the Army Corps of Engineers did their best to escort the boats in and tie them up.
Cassidy leaned on one of the steel rails to watch.
An eighty-foot fishing
