Chapter Nine
How was it possible that she could command respect as a police chief and yet not have the nerve to ask Rune to be her holiday date?
Maya bustled around in the Egret, her father’s twenty-six foot, twin 200 horsepower engine Sea Sport Kodiak, getting it ready for the trip into the bay in frigid twenty-degree temps.
She’d been on the verge of doing it last night in Harris’ kitchen. After another fifty-two dating app busts, she’d deleted the app. She’d talked herself into just…throwing the idea out there to Rune.
But at the last minute she’d chickened out and gone for the boat request instead.
Coward.
But her need for a pilot was real. Finally…finally…she’d heard from the FBI. Agent d**k Clement.
“We intercepted a communication about a drop-off in Lost Souls Wilderness. Can
