Millicent “Millie” Gamboge was pacing the floor…they hadn’t heard from Big A yet and she was worried. “Why haven’t we heard form Bigass yet? He should have left Duluth hours ago!”
“You ought not t’be callin’ him that, y’don’t need him ta hear that y’know,” Shadbush looked a little worried.
“He isn’t here to stop me. And as for those two nimrods he has with him…”
“Millie, settle down. Simpson will contact us in due time,” George Gamboge said in a failed effort to calm his wife down.
“If you’ll recall, dear, he’s thrown us under the bus before…right Mr. EX-mayor?”
Chapter XI—Harbor Patrol—Episode 4:
George gave up. His effort at expressing his own opinion to his wife had ended as those efforts always do; in abject failure.
After several hours, they finally heard from Simpson. He was in Two Harbors preparing to leave with a couple from Sheboygan who wanted a tour of the North Shore by boat, at least that part of between Two Harbors and Danger Bay. “I’ll be arriving about five this afternoon. My tourists will need a room.”
Millie had converted their large cabin into a bed & breakfast, and these would be their very first guests. Millie swept into action assigning George and Shadbush various tasks to make the place ready. Shadbush, the misogynist, had a difficult internal battle to overcome; he hated taking orders from a woman, but had to balance that with his fear of his employer, Simpson. He rationed that Millie was only the conduit and the orders were from Big A himself. It worked.
Hy Silverthorn was assigned with ICE agent McKinley Brewster to make the very first patrol of the area. Silverthorn was charged with familiarizing Brewster with the treacherous waters off Eagle Point. Hy was at the controls of “Patrol 01” as they left the harbor. “You do any boating Agent Brewster?”
“Call me Mac, call you Hiram?”” Brewster replied, “Yes, the wife and I have a 25’ runabout.”
“Hy, please, Pop is Hiram,” Hy smiled, “Good, then we’re not starting from scratch. We’ll be going up to Eagle Point. The water is pretty shallow there and there are rocks just below the surface. While we’re there, we’ll check the marker-buoys, to make sure they haven’t drifted.”
“Bor-ing,” Brewster quipped, “But I guess that’s part of the job.”
“Unfortunately,” Hy laughed, “That MAY be as exciting as it gets most of the time, anyway.”
A half-hour later Clive Bernhaven made a wide turn to approach the cove near Eagle Point, his boat at full throttle. He knew he was not supposed to as the rooster-tail wake would make it visible for many miles; but it was just too much fun.
Brewster was at the controls of Patrol 01 when he spotted the wake of the big cigarette boat rapidly approaching from the North. “Hy!” he exclaimed as he reached for the throttles, “Big one coming fast, lets get a look!”
“Let him get closer,” Hy replied, “He hasn’t seen us yet.”
“Wait…he’s headed right towards a rocky area, hit it!”
Brewster jammed the throttles to the stops and the patrol boat accelerated quickly. Almost too late, Bernhaven saw the wake and recognized his stupidity at running full-bore. He cranked the wheel hard to the left and the boat skidded through the turn. He came way too close to the patrol boat as he turned back out onto the lake.
Patrol 01 was a fast boat, but no match for Bernhaven’s, the big boat quickly pulled away. Silverthorn & Brewster did not even attempt a chase.
Safely out on the lake, Bernhaven realized he was in deep trouble. “Oh crap! Big A is gonna be mad.”
Ya think? To be Continued…