How the bejeezus had Mac Brindisi done that? One graceful movement had transported his daughter from the floor all the way up to his shoulders. She’d figured he was in good shape, but that was next level. Unless it was some kind of dad super-power? She had an old photo of herself riding on her father’s shoulders, but she’d only been about three at the time.
Mac Brindisi sure had her intrigued, thanks to his quick thinking when Chase showed up and the deft way he’d gotten rid of the entire group.
But she couldn’t count on him stepping in whenever Chase was around.
With the shop clearly shut down, she slipped out the back and made her way through the jumbled back passageways used only by “harbor rats,” the people who worked on the boardwalk. She waved at Boris Clancy riding by on his bike
