MOON WATER MADNESS
A Luanne Fogarty Mystery

We moved under the bridge that led to briny water and the manatees. It wouldn't be long before we'd be near the bay and on our way to the island. Up to this point, we hadn't noticed another boat on the water, except for the slow putt-putts of Pasquin behind us. When we left the lights of the classy vacation houses on the briny water shore and headed for open waters, we saw boat lights, pinpoints of red and green heading our way.

“Boat ahead,” I said.

Sissy said nothing, but turned her boat toward a grove of trees and pulled under the overhanging branches. Pasquin followed, most likely questioning the sanity of letting a little girl be the leader of three grown ups.