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For possibly the first time in Olivia’s life, the drive to San Diego flew by. Soon they were rolling into the gravel parking lot of Ocean Shores Marina. A sweet ocean breeze greeted them as they got out of the car and crunched over the gravel toward the construction crew hammering away on new framing. Several ramps extended into the small harbor, with a big one at the perimeter running perpendicular to the others, forming a breakwater. Only a few boats were tied up at the ramps, and to Olivia’s untrained eye they looked like fishing boats.
“We’re looking for Dwayne Thomson,” she called up to the carpenters. “Mark Castellani said we’d find him here.”
A black man in his mid-thirties waved at them, then climbed down a ladder. Adjusting his tool belt, he came toward them and offered his h
