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were the guilty party,” Greg added.
“I wonder why they killed him?” Katie asked.
“That’s and excellent question, honey. We will probably never know…. Who knows what Lorenzo and Catherine were like to work for, or what secrets were festering on that yacht? I’m sure the Canadian police will figure it all out and we will read about it in the paper soon,” I replied.
Thomas, Greg, Trent, and John had all petitioned the RCMP and Coast Guard with our need and desire to leave. No one wanted to spend another night at Princess Louisa and we needed to start making our way home. Summer was over, along with our holidays, and I still had some back-to-school shopping to do for Katie. Fortunately for us, the police agreed, feeling that they had all the information they needed for the time being. They took possession of the Atlantis, sending Catherine back to the States on Trent’s boat, and informed us all that we still had to go through Customs, so if they had additional questions or had found anything to discredit our statements, we would be detained in Vancouver. The moment we deemed the current slake enough for us to motor through the rapids, we happily joined the line of boats heading out of Princess Louisa.
It was wonderful to be free of the fog; though it was still rainy, we at least had better visibility than before. In tandem with Greg and Steph, we headed for home.
Chapter Eight
Homeward Bound
L eaving Princess Louisa behind us, we turned to see the Malibu Rapids fade away in the distance.
“Finally, we are homeward bound,” I said.
“What a way to end the summer,” Thomas said, turning to look forward at the horizon and blue sky.
“Not what you had in mind?” I asked.
“No, I planned on sun and relaxation, and now that we have to go home. Just look at the weather…it’s spooky that just as we’re finally leaving Princess Louisa, it’s all sun and blue sky.”
“Well, we were pushing the season. This is Canada and fall starts early here,” I teased.
“Yeah, Dad, the further north you go the colder it gets.”
“Humph. Okay, I suppose we can’t complain about the weather—but a murder?”
“At least it was exciting,” Katie contributed.
“True, but I don’t go boating for excitement,” grumped Thomas in reply.
Katie turned her head and looked at him inquiringly, while I tried to stifle a giggle.
“To relax and enjoy nature.” Thomas threw the boat cloth at her that he had been using to wipe the dew off of the seats and life lines. “Stop teasing me and wipe down the windows so I can see better.”
“After I do the windows, can I go down below and watch a movie?” Katie asked.
“You are just trying to get out of sight so we don’t give you any more boat jobs,” I replied, smiling. “Don’t look so surprised that I’m on to you. I was young once, too, you know. Here is the deal: after you’ve finished wiping down the windows you need to read for an hour; then you can watch your movie. It’s going to be a long trip home.”
Glaring at me, Katie countered, “What are you going to do?”
“You had better drop the attitude, young lady, or I won’t turn on the inverter that powers your DVD player and TV.”
Giving me a big bright smile, Katie went instantly from sulky to cheerful in the way that only a pre-teen can.
“I’m going to finish wiping down the table and seats, then I’m going to make some bread. If that meets with your approval?” I said.
“Can you make cookies or brownies instead?” Katie asked with optimism.
“No, but you can,” I replied.
“Okay,” came her enthusiastic answer.
“But you have to make them by yourself and do all the cleanup.”
“Humph… Dad, why don’t you make a 3D printer that can make chocolate chip cookies or brownies?”
“Ha ha, like the food replicator on Star Trek,” Thomas laughed. His company makes commercial 3D printers.
“Why not?” inquired Katie.
“Maybe someday. But our 3D printers
“I wonder why they killed him?” Katie asked.
“That’s and excellent question, honey. We will probably never know…. Who knows what Lorenzo and Catherine were like to work for, or what secrets were festering on that yacht? I’m sure the Canadian police will figure it all out and we will read about it in the paper soon,” I replied.
Thomas, Greg, Trent, and John had all petitioned the RCMP and Coast Guard with our need and desire to leave. No one wanted to spend another night at Princess Louisa and we needed to start making our way home. Summer was over, along with our holidays, and I still had some back-to-school shopping to do for Katie. Fortunately for us, the police agreed, feeling that they had all the information they needed for the time being. They took possession of the Atlantis, sending Catherine back to the States on Trent’s boat, and informed us all that we still had to go through Customs, so if they had additional questions or had found anything to discredit our statements, we would be detained in Vancouver. The moment we deemed the current slake enough for us to motor through the rapids, we happily joined the line of boats heading out of Princess Louisa.
It was wonderful to be free of the fog; though it was still rainy, we at least had better visibility than before. In tandem with Greg and Steph, we headed for home.
Chapter Eight
Homeward Bound
L eaving Princess Louisa behind us, we turned to see the Malibu Rapids fade away in the distance.
“Finally, we are homeward bound,” I said.
“What a way to end the summer,” Thomas said, turning to look forward at the horizon and blue sky.
“Not what you had in mind?” I asked.
“No, I planned on sun and relaxation, and now that we have to go home. Just look at the weather…it’s spooky that just as we’re finally leaving Princess Louisa, it’s all sun and blue sky.”
“Well, we were pushing the season. This is Canada and fall starts early here,” I teased.
“Yeah, Dad, the further north you go the colder it gets.”
“Humph. Okay, I suppose we can’t complain about the weather—but a murder?”
“At least it was exciting,” Katie contributed.
“True, but I don’t go boating for excitement,” grumped Thomas in reply.
Katie turned her head and looked at him inquiringly, while I tried to stifle a giggle.
“To relax and enjoy nature.” Thomas threw the boat cloth at her that he had been using to wipe the dew off of the seats and life lines. “Stop teasing me and wipe down the windows so I can see better.”
“After I do the windows, can I go down below and watch a movie?” Katie asked.
“You are just trying to get out of sight so we don’t give you any more boat jobs,” I replied, smiling. “Don’t look so surprised that I’m on to you. I was young once, too, you know. Here is the deal: after you’ve finished wiping down the windows you need to read for an hour; then you can watch your movie. It’s going to be a long trip home.”
Glaring at me, Katie countered, “What are you going to do?”
“You had better drop the attitude, young lady, or I won’t turn on the inverter that powers your DVD player and TV.”
Giving me a big bright smile, Katie went instantly from sulky to cheerful in the way that only a pre-teen can.
“I’m going to finish wiping down the table and seats, then I’m going to make some bread. If that meets with your approval?” I said.
“Can you make cookies or brownies instead?” Katie asked with optimism.
“No, but you can,” I replied.
“Okay,” came her enthusiastic answer.
“But you have to make them by yourself and do all the cleanup.”
“Humph… Dad, why don’t you make a 3D printer that can make chocolate chip cookies or brownies?”
“Ha ha, like the food replicator on Star Trek,” Thomas laughed. His company makes commercial 3D printers.
“Why not?” inquired Katie.
“Maybe someday. But our 3D printers
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