Dancing Tides (170 page)

“N
o.
I
w
a
s s
e
v
e
nt
e
e
n
a
t
t
h
e
tim
e
.
Y
our
moth
er
, s
h
e
wa
s si
x
t
ee
n
w
h
e
n she
d
i
e
d. Som
e
one kill
e
d
y
our
moth
er
, Co
r
d,
ca
me
r
i
g
ht into the
little
a
p
ar
tm
e
nt
w
e
h
a
d
a
t the
t
im
e
—this lit
t
le
pl
ace
—a
hole
in the
wa
ll
r
e
a
l
l
y
o
v
e
r
on S
e
a
Ri
d
g
e
D
r
ive
in P
ac
i
f
ic
B
e
a
c
h.
A
n
y
w
a
y
,
w
h
e
n
I
w
a
s
a
t
w
o
r
k, som
e
one
ca
me
in
a
nd st
a
bb
e
d h
e
r
to d
e
a
th.
Y
ou
w
er
e
just a
b
a
b
y
,
a
sl
ee
p in
y
o
ur
cr
ib
w
h
e
n it h
a
pp
e
n
e
d.
W
a
lk
e
d in th
a
t
mo
r
ning
a
nd
y
ou
we
r
e
cr
y
i
n
g
, look
e
d like
y
ou
h
a
d b
ee
n
a
t it
f
or
hou
r
s
a
nd hou
r
s.
I
f
ound
T
a
mm
y
’
s bo
d
y
l
y
i
n
g
in a
pool
of
blood in the
kit
c
h
e
n.
I
ca
ll
e
d 911.
T
he
c
ops immediately thou
g
ht
I
did it.”

“D
id
y
ou
?
”
Co
r
d
a
sk
e
d,
still sk
e
pti
ca
l
a
bout the
w
hole
thin
g
.

“N
o!
I
w
ould
n
e
v
e
r
h
a
ve
hu
r
t
Ta
m
m
y
.
I
lo
v
e
d h
er
.
W
e
wer
e
just kids ou
r
s
e
l
v
e
s t
r
y
i
n
g
to
ra
ise
a
b
a
b
y
.
B
ut th
e
y
ar
r
e
st
e
d me
a
n
y
w
a
y
a
nd put
y
ou in
f
ost
e
r
c
a
re
.
I
n
e
v
e
r
l
a
id
e
y
e
s on
y
ou
a
g
a
in
af
t
e
r
th
a
t, not till t
o
d
a
y
.
”

“
W
h
e
n did
y
ou
g
e
t out of
the
join
t
?
”

“Te
n
y
e
ar
s this M
a
y
.”

“
P
ar
ol
e
d
?
”

“N
o.
T
h
e
y
f
i
n
a
l
l
y
m
a
t
c
h
e
d
DN
A
fr
om
T
a
m
m
y
’
s
c
r
ime
s
ce
ne
to some
g
u
y
t
h
a
t us
e
d to live
in the
s
a
me
c
ompl
e
x
.
I
s
p
e
nt ov
e
r
t
w
o
d
eca
d
e
s lo
c
k
e
d up.
B
ut
I
wa
s
e
x
on
era
t
e
d, Co
r
d. Ch
ec
k it out if
y
ou don
’
t
b
e
li
e
ve
m
e
.”

“
Oh be
li
e
v
e
m
e
,
I
int
e
nd to.
I
’
ll m
a
k
e
c
a
lls st
ar
ting
w
i
th
E
th
a
n Co
d
y
, our
d
e
pu
t
y
sh
e
r
i
f
f
h
e
r
e in to
w
n.”

B
ut
Ga
be
didn
’
t s
ee
m d
a
unt
e
d
a
t the
id
e
a
of
b
e
i
n
g
c
h
ec
k
e
d out
b
y
l
a
w
e
n
f
o
rce
m
e
nt.
I
n
fac
t, he
st
r
a
i
g
h
t
e
n
e
d his
s
pine
a
little
mo
r
e
a
nd
c
l
a
i
m
e
d,
“
I
’
v
e
b
ee
n looki
n
g
f
or
y
ou
e
v
e
r
sin
c
e
I
g
ot out. P
r
iv
a
te
inv
e
st
i
g
a
tor
dis
c
ov
ere
d
y
o
u
’
d n
e
v
e
r
b
ee
n
a
dopt
e
d.
T
u
r
ns
o
ut,
y
ou
w
e
r
e
still
B
e
nn
e
tt.
F
ound out
y
o
u
we
nt into the
s
er
vi
ce
.
B
u
t th
e
n
af
t
e
r
th
r
e
e
tou
r
s of
du
t
y
in
I
r
a
q, he
n
e
v
e
r
c
ould g
e
t a
b
e
a
d on
y
o
u
…until no
w
.”