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before Perry could offer a rebuke and before she shot him, which was an urge she’d been fighting since the moment they met.
    The file said the local PD had picked Captain Turk up at his ex-wife’s place. As Cooper looked over the file as Diaz drove both of them to the precinct where he was being held, she took the time to look at the captain’s history. DUI, trespassing, drunk and disorderly, all of it starting around three years ago. Before that, the captain’s record was clean as a whistle. “Something happened to this guy, and whatever it was, it cost him quite a bit.”
    When they arrived at the precinct, the place was chaos. The officers were balancing their day-to-day and getting caught up to speed on the situation with the bombs. Cooper found the officer that booked the captain, and he led her to the holding cell.
    The moment the captain saw her, he rushed to the front of the cell, gripping the bars. “Thank God. I didn’t think they would let me see you.”
    “They’re letting me see you , Captain. I thought you were trying to avoid being detained so you could be with your family? Or do they just not feel the same way?”
    “Agent Cooper, please, you have to get my children out of the city.”
    “Your children will be fine, so long as they stay at home, Captain. We’ve tracked the bombs, and the terrorists aren’t targeting the suburbs. Unless you have some information that suggests otherwise?”
    The captain slumped to the floor, still gripping the bars as he slid down. A stressed sigh of relief and pressure escaped him. Cooper hovered over Dylan while he buried his face in his hands. “Captain, I need to know what happened on the boat.”
    “I already told you what happened. I already told you what I know. They popped the flare, I went over to help, they took over my boat, then they killed one of my crew right in front of me.”
    “Earlier you said that you checked the boat, correct?” Cooper reached for the notepad that Diaz had used to record their conversation. She flipped through a few pages then came to rest on the quote. “You said, ‘I thought something was off since I couldn’t see any structural damage, so I circled the boat, trying to see what was wrong with the vessel.’” She snapped the notepad shut. “And did you see anything wrong with the boat?”
    “No. Nothing that I could see from the helm. When we boarded, they said it was engine trouble, but I don’t even know if that was true. A diesel like that would have been billowing smoke. They wanted to lure someone in.”
    But why? If the boat was in good condition to complete the journey, then why risk exposing themselves? For cover? No, they’d made it that far. Why stop so close? What was she missing? “Captain, who knew about your trip?”
    “My wife”—he shook his head—“ex-wife. The men on my boat, their families and friends.”
    “Anyone else? Anyone that you could think of that would be a part of the routine of you going out?”
    The captain closed his eyes, but Cooper wasn’t sure if he was thinking or sleeping. He lowered his head and rubbed the creases in his forehead. “The harbormaster,” he finally said, softly tossing his hands up into the air in exasperation. “He knows everyone’s routine. We give him our planned routes and return date. If we don’t check in or we miss our date back, they check in on us through the coast guard. It’s a safety precaution.”
    “Does the harbormaster post any of this to the public?”
    “No, I don’t think so.”
    Cooper left without another word, and Captain Turk leapt back to his feet, shouting through the iron bars. “When do I get out of here?” She didn’t bother answering and instead immediately found Diaz talking to a group of officers. She pulled him aside and kept her voice low. “We need to track down the harbormaster of the port where Dylan Turk docks his boat.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I think he might know something. There’s a—”
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