Here’s the thing…
Every time I close my eyes, I see something different.
I’d like to think the cinema of my dreams is playing a double feature but it’s a bit like a comedy cartoon night on Fox.
But these dreams are nothing to laugh about.
Once again there’s a new instalment of an old feature, and we’re back on the treasure hunt.
The pier had been moving gently up and down in response to a passing speed boat that had flouted the minimum speed law, like most of the speed boat owners.
On board the boat, the movement was more pronounced, and it was a bad time to remember that I get seasick, even standing on the pier. My stomach was suddenly queasy.
Boggs was standing by the hatch that led down below. It was locked with a big padlock so there was no way we were getting below. Along the side of the boat was a raised section with windows, but there were curtained off, and the material was faded and looked dirty.
Boggs walked along the narrow walkway to the bow and tried the hatch in the middle of the foredeck.
I noticed the boat was tied to the pier fore and aft with some think rope and funny looking knots. I don’t think I’d make a very good sailor. I looked up to the top of the mast and it made me feel dizzy. It was a long way up.
Behind me was an area where people could seat, and further back a large wheel which I assumed was how the boat was steered. I could just see Rico standing behind it, captain’s hat on, looking all business-like.
“There’s nothing to see here,” I said, turning back towards Boggs, who was now coming along the other side of the cabin. One slip and he’d be in the ocean. I looked over the side and it didn’t look very deep. I could even see some small fish swimming near the pylon that was covered below the waterline with seaweed.
Boggs stopped at the last window, then knelt down and peered in.
“What do you see?”
“There’s someone in there?”
“No. I saw him leave earlier. Someone else.”
“You know who it is?”
“No. Never seen him before. A guy in a suit. Not the sort of person I’d expect Rico to know, or have as a friend.”
“What’s he doing?”
Boggs changed his position to get a better look. “He’s just sitting…oh my God, there’s blood.”
I moved quickly over to where Boggs was crouched. “Give us a look?” Curiosity was overtaking concern.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” Boggs said over and over.
I pulled out my phone and dialled 911. When they asked me who I wanted, I said Police. Then I looked over at the fishing shop and saw Rico and his friends coming back.
He ignored me, trying to get a better view.
“Boggs. It’s Rico.”
Then the policeman answered, “What’s the nature of your emergency?”
“Dead man on a boat, Eden’s Landing, Pier 5, a boat called ‘Freedom Runner’. And you’d better hurry.”
“Because the owners coming and he doesn’t look happy.”
Then to Boggs, “We got to get the hell out of here, now.”
But, by that time, there was nowhere to go. Rico had seen us and was all but running to cut off our escape.
© Charles Heath 2019