Dancing Tides (164 page)

A
t the
sound of
a
c
a
r
th
o
u
g
h, Co
r
d spi
e
d
E
th
a
n in
the
dist
a
n
c
e
c
raw
li
n
g
out
of
his
cr
uis
er
.
F
or
some
r
ea
son,
a
ll the
pl
ea
su
r
e
d
r
a
in
e
d
f
r
om his bo
d
y
.
H
is
g
ut ti
g
ht
e
n
e
d.
H
e
c
ontinu
e
d to
wa
t
c
h
a
s
E
th
a
n
m
a
de
his
w
a
y
a
c
r
oss the
l
a
nds
c
a
p
e
.
T
he
d
e
pu
t
y
look
e
d
a
ll
b
usin
e
ss, his
wa
lk b
r
isk, his
fac
e
o
ff
i
c
i
a
l.

“
Co
r
d.”

“E
th
a
n.
W
h
a
t
’
s up
?
”

E
th
a
n
e
y
e
d Sil
a
s.
“
I
n
ee
d
to t
a
lk to Co
r
d. Could
y
ou
g
ive
us
a
minut
e
?
”

“
Su
re
,”
Sil
a
s s
a
id.
“
I
’
ll
c
a
t
c
h up
w
ith
y
ou
l
a
t
er
,
C
o
r
d.
W
e
n
ee
d to
g
o ov
e
r
s
e
tting
up the
r
o
a
dside
st
a
nd soon
a
n
y
w
a
y
.”

Af
t
e
r
Sil
a
s
wa
lk
e
d
o
ff
,
E
th
a
n tu
r
n
e
d to
f
a
c
e
Co
r
d.
“
I
g
u
e
ss th
e
r
e’
s no
g
ood
w
a
y
to s
a
y this so
I
’
ll just pull o
f
f
the
B
a
n
d
-A
id in one
f
a
st
y
a
nk. Rob
b
y
M
a
c
k St
e
v
e
n
s
e
s
ca
p
e
d
fr
om S
a
ndhu
r
st M
e
nt
a
l
H
ospit
a
l Mond
a
y
ni
g
ht.
T
h
r
e
e
d
a
y
s
a
g
o, Co
r
d.
A
nd th
e
re
’
s a
fe
m
a
l
e
, a m
e
mb
e
r
of
the
st
a
ff
,
g
o
n
e
missing
r
i
g
ht
a
lo
n
g
w
ith
h
im.”

“
Son of
a
bit
c
h,”
Co
r
d s
n
a
pp
e
d.
“
I
k
n
e
w
g
ivi
n
g
th
a
t b
a
st
ar
d a
c
o
z
y
hospit
a
l
r
oom inst
ea
d of
p
r
ison
wa
s a
h
u
ge
mist
a
k
e
.
I
told th
e
m so, but no one
list
e
n
e
d.”
H
e
sto
r
m
e
d o
f
f
a
c
ouple
of st
e
ps b
ef
o
r
e
sto
r
mi
n
g
r
i
ght b
ac
k.
“T
h
e
y
b
e
li
e
v
e
d
he
wa
s si
c
k in the
h
e
a
d.
I
t
wa
s
a
n
ac
t.
I
told th
e
m th
a
t, too.”

“
P
reac
hi
n
g
to the
c
hoi
r
h
ere,
”
E
t
ha
n s
a
id
a
g
re
e
a
bl
y
.
“
H
e
h
a
s a
t
h
re
e
-
d
a
y
h
ea
d st
ar
t thou
g
h. M
a
y
t
r
y
to l
e
a
ve
the
c
ount
r
y
som
e
ho
w
,
m
a
y
b
e
h
e
a
d to C
a
n
a
da
o
r
M
e
x
i
c
o, or
m
a
y
be
p
i
c
k a
c
ount
r
y
w
ith no
e
x
t
ra
dition.”
H
e
t
r
i
e
d to m
a
ke
t
h
e
th
e
o
r
y
sound
c
onvin
c
i
n
g
.

Co
r
d studi
e
d
E
th
a
n
’
s
fa
c
e
.
“
B
ut
y
ou do
n
’
t think s
o
?
”

“
I
’
m h
e
r
e
to o
ff
i
c
i
a
l
l
y
wa
r
n
y
ou to
b
e
on the
lookout, th
a
t
’
s it.
B
ut
y
ou of
a
l
l p
e
ople
know
w
h
a
t this m
a
n is
ca
p
a
ble
of
doin
g
. Plus,
y
ou
a
r
e
the
one
p
er
son
h
e
wa
n
t
e
d to kill th
a
t d
a
y
but su
r
viv
e
d.
T
h
a
t
f
a
c
t m
a
y
not sit
we
ll
w
ith him
r
i
g
ht
a
bout no
w
.
I
f
it
c
om
e
s
do
w
n to m
a
king
su
r
e
y
o
u
’
r
e
g
one
f
or
g
ood—he
mi
g
ht d
ec
ide
to
h
ea
d this
w
a
y
—
w
ith the
int
e
nt of
f
inishing
y
ou o
ff
.
”