It hurt too much, and right now, she just wanted to find out the truth. She skipped past the thought of Mad Max Rockwell. Or rather, the man she’d believed to be her father until about two months ago. With his leathery skin and uncombed white hair, he reminded her of her father. Gracie smiled at Dutch, the crusty old fisherman who’d just filled up the tank of his trawler. He definitely hadn’t said anything about an incident in the woods of the Cascades when he was around six or so. He hadn’t spilled a single personal secret. Mark Castellani wasn’t cooperating at all. And her subject was not behaving like her customers back at Rocky Peak Lodge. She liked that nothing gave her more joy than passing along a kind word and a smile with her favorite Rocky Peak Nugget ice cream cones.īut now, here at the Ocean Shores Marina, she had a very different agenda. They tended to open up to her about their life stories and their problems. People generally underestimated her because she was small and blond and unthreatening. Although most of her job experience had involved scooping ice cream, Gracie Rockwell had always believed she’d make a good spy.
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