Red Tide
“Below, a stiff southerly wind had churned the surface of Elliott Bay into an uneven washboard of whitecaps, swirling the black water in all directions at once, slamming the waves against one another in a disorganized maelstrom of foam and windblown water. Far out over the surface, halfway to Bainbridge Island, a solitary set of sails…reefed hard…straining…showed white against the dark surface of the Sound.Corso gestured at the sails as he and Detective Gutierrez waited to cross East Republican ...Street. “Guy’s got a lotta balls,” he said. “It’s blowing like hell out there today. You gotta know what you’re doing to sail in this.”Gutierrez shook his head. “Never understood that sailing thing people got,” he said. “Gotta be a better way to get from one place to another without freezing your ass off on the back of a boat.” A huge green and white Bekins truck had run out of momentum at the apex of Republican Street and now sat with its cab nearly up on the flat and its load dangling precariously over the steepest part of the hill.MoreLess
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