I wanted to hug him like one of my nephews. Instead, I held out my hand and he shook it solemnly.
“Don’t you worry,” he said. “We’re gonna do fine.”
At the cottage, Kidd was waiting at the wheel of his car.
I turned the key in the new lock we’d installed, then got into my car and switched on the ignition.
At the end of the driveway, as I waited for Kidd to pull out onto the road, I glanced back in my rearview mirror. Sunlight sparkled on the water, blue sky gleamed through the empty windows of the unfinished trawler, and out on the landing, Guthrie sat motionless with his face to the sea.