“Some way to waste an hour, isn’t it?” he said.
She lifted her shoulders indifferently.
“No one’s asking you to do it.”
He left the machine and came over to her.
“Would you know anything about the boats anchored in the estuary?” he asked. “I’m looking for Willow Point.”
Surprise and suspicion jumped into her eyes.
“I’m not stopping you,” she said, slid her hand through the opening in her overall and scratched herself under her arm.
“Would you know where it’s anchored?”
“I might. Why?”
“I want to find it,” he said patiently.