They waited until almost midnight before they made a move. Frankie and Boyd commandeered a small fishing boat from god-only-knows-where. They loaded their belongings into the boat and then piled on. The boat was small for seven people, but luckily the lake was relatively calm. Just to be safe, Michael strapped a life vest around Hannah before he lifted her onto the deck.
She was like a little kid on a boat for the first time. Maybe it was her first time, Michael had no way of knowing. She leaned out over the edge, watching the dark water move away from the small boat. They were only using a small trolling motor, so their progress was slow. She seemed transfixed by the water, even reaching her hand down to trail her fingers through the cold, dark water. She was making Michael
