Two officers in dark utility uniforms jumped onto the wet planks of the dock.

One of them moved immediately toward Gavin, grabbing his arm and forcing his hands behind his back.

Gavin looked down at the wet wood where the sleek black laptop lay near the edge of the water.

I knelt quickly, my knees hitting the damp planks, and snatched the device before the saltwater could ruin it.

Brooke backed away toward her sedan, her umbrella shaking in her hand as she watched the officers.

“Stay where you are, please,” one of the officers called out to her.

Evelyn walked down the short gangway of the patrol boat, her rubber boots clicking on the wet wood.

She looked at me, her eyes sharp and clear behind her rain-spattered glasses.

“You did well, Emily,” she said, her voice steady against the wind.

I held the cold laptop tight against my ribs.

“Is the entire history here?” I asked.

“The proof of every wire transfer Gavin made from the restaurant accounts is on that drive,” she said.

Gavin spat on the deck, his face twisted in anger.