“Holy crow, did you see that?” “See what?” Angelo growls, brushing his hand over the back of his slacks, where I know he keeps his gun. “I’m pretty sure I just saw a humpback whale.” “Really?” “Uh-huh, look.” She points over the railing and out to the inky abyss. My brother untangles himself from her and squints to the horizon. “I don’t see—fuck’s sake.” He realized too late that Rory’s got her heels in her hand, sprinting down the side deck toward the bow. The strong wind carries her gleeful, parting retort. “Humpback whales in December? Don’t be an idiot, baby.” I laugh aloud, and from
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