eyes.
âItâs okay,â my mom said, now sounding a little more like herself. âIâm sure itâs all a misunderstanding. Iâll be home later today.â
The cop walked towards his car and waited for my mom to say goodbye to me.
She gave me a hug and whispered in my ear, âTell our friends that whatever happens, weâll help them. We wonât let them go back. I promise.â And then she gently pushed me away and walked to the police car.
I froze on the spot. I couldnât tell her right then that Tamaraâs family was gone. Sheâd react and then the Mountie would know they
were
around here somewhere. I watched as the car backed up and drove off. At that moment, I had the feeling that Tamaraâs father was right. The authorities couldnât be trusted. And it was my fault that my mother was in trouble.
I walked down towards the wharf lookingfor a friend, looking for Harold. He found me first. He poked his head out from one of the fishing shacks.
âGreggie, saw that Mountie up at your house. You should have sent him down here. Looks like somebody stole old Calvinâs doryâoars and all. Not something that usually happens around here. Mustâve been a tourist. Hard to figure.â
I could tell that he thought it was a big joke and that one of the local kids had probably just taken it as a prank. But I knew better.
âWhen was it taken?â
âCould have been any time last night. Calvin came down to go fishing this morning and nearly fell straight in the drink when he tried to climb into a boat that wasnât there,â Harold said. Then his brow wrinkled. âWhy?â
âRavi, Tamara and Indra are gone. They saw the Mounties yesterday. Theyâre scared. Ravi thinks theyâll get sent back.â I looked out through the channel to the open sea. There were whitecaps out there from a strong easterly breeze coming up. âTheyâre out there somewhere.Even if I could find them, I donât know if I could convince them to come back.â
I looked at my little Laser tied to the dock. I let out a sigh. âWell, I guess I better try.â I jumped down into the boat and began to undo the rope that kept the sail tightly furled around the mast.
Harold sat and scratched his jaw for a few seconds, then walked over to me. He scrunched down on his haunches to be at eye level. âNot gonna be a good day for sailing, mate,â he told me.
âWhat do you mean?â I asked, lifting the boom into place.
âLook out there. Winds will be up to fifty miles an hour before noon. Big norâeaster. Mean as she gets. Not fit for man nor beast.â
âRavi doesnât know the sea. Theyâll drown out there.â I began to tighten the sail. I dropped the centerboard. âWanna undo that line back there?â I asked Harold.
Harold just looked at me and held onto the side of the boat. âIâm not gonna let you leave this wharf.â
âThe hell youâre not!â I shouted at him. I was just waiting to get good and angry with somebody. Harold was it. I kicked at his hand. He pulled his arm back and shook his fingers where my boot had connected.
He remained cool. âLetâs call the Coast Guard. Maybe they can send a ship by.â
âNo,â I said. âRavi wouldnât let the Coast Guard take them. He doesnât trust anyone in a uniform. He might rather see his family sunk to the bottom of the sea before they turn themselves in to the authorities. He has good reason not to trust anyone.â
Harold shook his head. His eyes were fixed straight on me. âAnyone but you, right?â
âRight,â I said, reaching for the mooring rope.
âWrong,â he said. âAnyone but us. Now forget this bathtub toy and get your ass in my boat. Weâll find âem.â
Chapter Ten
As we pushed out of the cove into the open sea, the waves began to roll the boat