“He’s got her, Griffin,” Jonas said finally, in a voice that held an eerie, plaintive note. “Frazier has Rachel.” Griffin was amazed at the calmness he felt. Even the ceaseless pain in his rib cage and groin was easing, as though he had somehow shifted it to another level of his mind, to deal with later. “Did you go to the police?” Jonas was leaning against a wooden railing now, glaring out at the ghostly shadows of ships anchored in the bay. “Of course I did,” he snapped. “And?” “And they boarded the Drifter. Rachel wasn’t there.” Griffin muttered a curse. “Jonas, are you sure Frazier has her? How do you know she didn’t leave on her own?” There was a stiff silence before Jonas explained. When he did, it was all Griffin could do to keep from closing his hands around his throat and squeezing the life out of him. “I came to town to find Rachel. She was staying at a boardinghouse on Cedar, and who do you think she introduces me to? Her fellow tenant—Captain Frazier.
