When the Tide Rolls In [COMPLETED]

Chapter Ten: Lord Knows I Need A Nap

So I am I female author, and writing in the male perspective may not be my strongest point. However I've decided that there will be a few chapters that take place in Nick's point of view. I think it will spice up the story a bit and really let us see inside that head of his.

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Nick

"Out," I said, ordering Samantha to get acquainted with Conner.

A small voice inside me begged me to stay and not leave her alone with this dog of a man. I ignored it, pushing it further down. Conner had been left with my other clients multiple times before, this should be no different.

Look at the way he's looking at her.

Shut up.

As the door shut behind me, I slipped my jacket on. California in the summer was too hot for a suit jacket, but I couldn't just go without it. I'd look ridiculous.

I made my way over to my BMW and started her up. A little piece of home. I imported her. She needed to stay in the family.

In truth, I didn't really need to drive. The small harbor her boat was placed in was a quick walk away. However, as I mentioned before, the sun in California did not pair well with a suit jacket.

The engine rumbled as I slowed to a stop in the small parking lot right beside the harbor. I shut the car off and stepped out.

I spotted the boat and I knew something was wrong before I was even on board. In fact, I'd known since the phone call that the boat would be targeted. I was just glad to see it afloat.

Stepping on board, the main deck was fairly normal. The lounge chairs were knocked on their sides, but nothing else was out of the ordinary.

That is, until I made my way down to the lower deck. Upon first seeing the sitting area, my breath caught in my throat.

Derogatory words were spray painted on the walls and couches. Kitchen dishes were shattered in a pile of broken glass on the floor. The lamp that previously hung from the ceiling was pulled down and smashed. The army green colored seats were obviously ripped with some type of a sharp object.

I felt a growl rumble in my chest.

Imagine if it had been Samantha who found this. Imagine how heart broken she'd be.

Don't think of her. You need to focus.

I scanned the room looking for clues, but nothing seemed to stand out. The smaller bedroom had been messed up but nothing that was irreplaceable. The master bedroom had the words, Give Up written on the wall.

Give up what?  The money? The boat?

I was almost certain this was one of Mr. Penny's men, but how would they know where her boat is?

Nothing was adding up.

I flipped my cell phone out of my pocket and dialed a number I didn't think I'd have to for a long time.