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As soon as Megan was off the phone, Lucas called to her, “What was Ruby wearing when you saw her last? What color?”
“Red jacket,” she said shortly. He tried to catch her eye, make sure she was herself again, but she ignored him and lifted the binoculars to her face.
“What else, in case she ditched her jacket?”
“Just look for a kayak.” Her stiff tone, her glacial cold shoulder…something was up. She was probably just worried about Ruby. He shrugged it off and returned his focus to scrutinizing every boat they passed.
“There’s the buoy,” she said when they reached the tip of the breakwater. “I don’t see the baby otter. How close can you get?”
He steered toward the warning markers the Coast Guard had installed to keep boats from bothering the otter. The big green can buoy stood guard
