girlie. A strange thought to have as King was desperately trying to keep the magnet hidden beneath the water.
âFlashlight?â Murdoch said as he opened the toolbox. âYou guys fish at night? You know that spotlighting fish is illegal, right?â
Murdoch snapped the switch on and checked the bulb. âDead. Guess that gets you two off the hook.â Murdoch laughed at his own joke.
âSir?â Johnson said. âPliers? Hate to hurt this fish more than it is.â
Murdoch grabbed the pliers and leaned forward.
King felt his blood curdle. The magnet was dimly visible from this angle. If Murdoch...
The trout turned out to be enough of a distraction. Murdoch focused on the fish, and without getting his own fingers dirty by touching the fish, he used the pliers to work the barbless hook loose from the trout.
âNice catch,â Murdoch said, leaning back. âSupper?â
King lowered the tip of the rod, and the outline of the magnet disappeared.
âNo sir,â Johnson said. âCatch and release.â
âYou never break the rules?â Murdoch asked.
King wondered if Murdoch was playing them.
âNo sir. King and I, weâre good guys. We like freedom.â
Johnson didnât drop the trout in the water. It was already facing possible shock from a hook in the mouth and its time in the air. Instead, Johnson leaned down again and held the trout just under the surface until it was obviously stable. Johnson let go, and the trout twisted once and disappeared in a flash.
âHow about another worm?â King asked. He was going to match Johnson for cool in this situation.
The warden stood.
âWell, guys,â Murdoch said. âObviously you have better things to do than listen to me. Remember I asked you to keep this secret, and if you learn anything about Blake and computers, be sure to let me know.â
CHAPTER 16
The sadness hadnât diminished for King, stepping into a house where his mother no longer lived. It was a constant reminder that across the frigid waters of Puget Sound, she was hooked up to bags that dripped fluids into her veins. She was just a shell. ALONE.
Not the mother who baked muffins and sang and made pottery. Just a shell. ALONE. Why wouldnât Mack let King go to the mainland and sit with Ella? The image of her all alone hit King dozens of times a day, and each time, it drew anger and despair and frustration.
This stuff from Blake would have been a great distraction except for what it could mean about Mack.
Johnson said nothing as they stepped into the empty house. He pretended it was normal even though this was the first time King had invited Johnson into the house since Ellaâs stroke.
They didnât want to be in Johnsonâs house. Might lead to questions. So theyâd settled on Kingâs. Needing darkness.
Straight to Kingâs bedroom. No mention of Ella and the huge hole that her absence made in the fabric of Kingâs life.
âShould try making the bed someday,â Johnson said. It was a swirl of blankets and sheets. âIf my dad saw that, heâd freak out. Heâs on me for every little thing.â
âNobody in this house cares,â King said. Enough of an explanation.
King stepped to the window and pulled the drapes. He knew it would be dark enough, even midafternoon. This was, after all, his bedroom. Too many times in the past ten days, heâd lain there in thedarkness, wondering about the shell of his mother, her breath in and out, regular, sucked into the coma as if sheâd stepped into quicksand. Like quicksand, it was something you didnât see until it was too late. Just like that. A stroke.
âWeâre assuming Blake wants us to find the answers,â King said. âHow good is it going to feel to be right again.â
Johnson held the flashlight. âNo new emails. This has got to be it.â
No new emails. After leaving the dock, King had
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