Back to the Boat
They touched down beside the rocking rowboat, legs shaking with relief that didn’t feel safe to show yet. Thomas unclipped the man and bundled him into the stern. Greg shoved off while Thomas grabbed the oars. The sea met them hard, slapping the hull sideways, but the shoreline lights were close enough to aim for. “No detours,” Greg said, eyes on the patrol truck parked near the pier. “Straight in, quiet as we can.”
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