Nassau, Bahamas, Friday, June 8th, 1973
They were motoring east, and the sun was over their shoulders as they approached the harbor. The city’s light twinkled more brightly as each minute passed and the setting sun receded. Eli was standing in the bow pulpit with his hands placed firmly on the railing. His old life was three days and 450 nautical miles behind him, but it already seemed like another lifetime.
Just over a month ago, Eli was with Kimberly, making love to her on his sleeping bag in a hidden-away corner of a beach only they knew about. She was headed to college, and he dreamt of playing center field in the majors. And now she was dead. The question that remained was whether Eli Atkins was too.
The End of Part One
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