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toward the old warehouses on the far

end. Those have been out of use for

years now. She walks briskly, and I

keep up with her stalking behind the

boathouses, making sure to move without

a sound. She stops at a yacht, Freedom

sure is a beauty. She's one of those

luxury private yachts wealthy parents buy

for their kids. Chelsea climbs on board,

and for a moment I wonder if she is

going to helm the boat. She disappears