"Shut-up!" McKinnen frowned across the room at the coroner. "This is all your fault anyway. Just shut-up!" I know you didn't want to get involved, but...it's time to make it right," Tina told the man. "Lisa Thomas came here, didn't she?" Yeah." Tyler McKinnen closed his eyes, nodding slowly. "She was here." What happened to her?" Tina asked gently. "Her family has to know. Her sister..."Like most people involved in a crime, Tyler McKinnen was a victim of circumstance more than a willing. Ghost ships. Pirates. Grindylows. Sea monsters. Lots of stories, each one dumber than the last. I even heard someone claim it’s a Skinsail” Danica said with a shrug.Belita snorted. “The Blood Tide is, what? A month away on a fast ship? That’d be pretty damn far for a Skinsail to roam.”“That’s what I said. The sheer number of disappearances would mean it would have to be more than one, too,” Danica nodded.“Those creepy bastards ain’t known for bein’ subtle or stealthy. If there were a flotilla. I hear him routing through cupboards. “That’s it. Come in here” he says. As I walk through the door I’m almost blinded by the flash of a camera. “What are you doing Dad?” I ask bemused. “Taking pictures of my beautiful daughter” is the answer I get back. Click, click, click. “Come and sit down” he asks. I walk to the sofa, all the time with the flash and click of the camera going. I sit down, more click click click. “Now baby” he poses me, he opens my legs a little, leans me forward. “Smile” I. But this time, all three rounds in the magazine. While I was tempted to put a live round under the hammer, I changed my mind. Looking at Nigel, I think that he had given up, not that I was going to give him a chance. I spent that night watching him, drinking increasingly bitter coffee, and waiting for dawn.That morning, when Suzy showed up, I allowed her to relieve me while I took care of my morning chores. Both personal and farm-related. Suzy had experience with my shotgun and made sure that.