CHAPTER THREE
An empty barrel sitting on the dock beside Alex Greenwood’s boat slip became a perch to wait on. Like the day before, the midday sun beat against Laney’s skin. She wore khaki hiking shorts and a sleeveless cotton shirt and a lacy black bra. Staying cool in this heat was proving difficult. She hoped that Marquis Island would be more pleasant. Instead of her purse, she stuffed a number of items into a backpack: a change of clothes, some granola bars and beef jerky, just in case, and three bottles of water. This was intended to be a day trip, but you never knew what the weather might be like in this part of the world. She’d been stranded there once, and wanted to be prepared.
To remain accurate to her cover story, she carried her camera on a strap that went around her neck. Ta
