"Sure do. Where's the reporter?"
"He's not with us. We came down to do a little fishing."
Bright eyes twinkled at them. "Fishing, eh? What kind?"
"We thought we might get some blackfish at the end of the reef," Scotty replied.
"You might at that," Cap'n Mike said. "You might gets crabs off the end of the Creek House pier, too, if Red Kelso would let you try. Did you ask him?"
Rick grinned. Cap'n Mike might not seem to be paying attention, but evidently he didn't miss much.
"We didn't ask him," he said. "Maybe we didn't even see him." He knew Cap'n Mike could have seen the boat vanish upcreek and return, but he wouldn't have been able to see past the fence.
"Maybe you didn't," the old captain conceded. "But you sure saw somebody, and it had to be Kelso or that boy of his."
"Why do they want so much privacy?" Scotty demanded.
Cap'n Mike ignored the question. "You really got any fishing gear in that launch?"