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Chapter 5 Katie grabbed her normal sausage-and-fried-egg bap and to-go coffee from the Four Teas Cafe. Hannah didn’t say a word as she led them to a bench along at the north tip of the small harbor. To the right was the sweep of Grenfell Street past the market and Ship Inn, before it ducked back into the granite buildings that made up the waterfront and the wharf. To their left, the big seawall arced in from either side. As it was a busy April weekend, the wall tops were packed with their limit of about twenty cars apiece. Low tide. The harbor itself, seventy-five meters wide and twice that long, was damp sand and flat rock except for close by the gap in the seawall. Fifty-odd pleasure and fishing boats dotted the exposed seabed and waited for the four-meter tide to refloat them. Any wo