Chapter 45 Ben Is Dead

• Rachel stared at the men suspiciously, her eyes registering their official uniforms, all they needed were dark sunglasses to complete their outfits. One had brown eyes the color of strong coffee, the other had hazel eyes that kept darting around as though expecting something to jump out of the afternoon shadows. Their nondescript black car had one last person inside and in front of her viewpoint on the threshold Rachel could see a tightly pulled ponytail.
• “Rivers?” one of the men said.
• “Oceans. The Pacific,” she responded. “Unfortunately I don’t have a boat so you both are in the wrong place.”