Streetlights began dimming as the sun broke the horizon and traffic appeared to double with each minute. The drivers at this hour weren’t in a rush and consideration for the next guy was still in evidence.
They made it to the marina in time to see the last of the lights fade and the place looked deserted. No one policed the guard’s small hut at this early morning hour.
“What should we do?” Libby’s question caught him off guard.
“We’ll wait until Sloan arrives. He has the authority to throw his weight around and make things happen.”
“Look, I know a way we can sneak in and check things out in the meantime.”
He couldn’t stop the chuckle that broke free. This woman amazed him. “Okay, I’m game. What do you have in mind?”
“When I was here yesterday, I sat at the café, outside, and watched some of the kids crawl in through that chain link fence back there. It’s broken away from the post. If we sneak in now and find anyone around at this hour, maybe someone has seen something that might help us find Kean.”
“Okay. Lead the way.” Les sent a text to let Sloan know they were going into the marina, in case they weren’t back in time to meet up with him out front.