Chapter One - August 31st.
It was calm at Hampton Inlet when Sam Cooper dropped anchor from the bow of his thirty-eight foot sailboat.
He had done it a thousand times, but this time a reflection in the water caught his eye and he stood still, staring into the water.
Gin made her way forward wondering what was going on.
“Is there a problem, Cooper?”
“Yeah, fear and death.”
“Is our first date that bad?” Gin said.
“Good friends of mine went to the bottom. I see their faces at times.”
Gin listened carefully.
“There's little help crossing an ocean,” Coop said.
“Cooper, we’re just testing things.”
“They were twenty-three, Gin.”
“We’ll stay close to land—just a few strokes and we’ll be at a coffee shop. You worried for me?”
"...I can't do this to you."
"Do what?"
“The dangers never end, Gin.”
“You’re worried for me, right? This a good spot for lunch—nice and sunny?”
“Perfect,” Coop said.
“Good.” Gin stepped forward and shoved Coop over the rail.
Coop hit hard, spearing into the water. He disappeared.
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