Deadly Intentions by Leighann Dobbs

it since grade school.”
    “I remember some of those fights,” Celeste said.
    “Thing is, their daddies started the feud and the boys are just carryin’ it on,” Josiah said.
    “Jeb seems to think Gordy might have messed with his traps—says some of them are missing.”
    Josiah stopped what he was doing and looked at Jolene, squinting into the sun that was behind her. “Is that so? Well, I don’t rightly know ‘bout that, but I don’ think Gordy would do that. Boy knows better than to mess with another fisherman’s traps, no matter how much of a feud they got goin’ on.”
    Jolene nodded. She felt the same way. The traps were a fisherman’s livelihood and it was a low blow to mess with them.  
    “Got any idea who might have messed with them and why?” Jolene asked. Someone had messed with them—maybe it wasn’t Gordy, though.  
    Josiah shook his head. “Sorry, don’t know nuttin’ ‘bout that.”
    “Okay, thanks.” Jolene turned to go, took a step, then turned back. “Hey, Josiah, you don’t know where I could find Andrea June, do you?”
    To her surprise, Josiah nodded.  
    “Ayuh. I reckon she be right over there.” He pointed to a stack of boats moored at the edge of the cove.
    Jolene’s heart soared with hope. “She has a boat?”
    “Nope,” Josiah said.
    Jolene scrunched up her face at him. “But you pointed at the boats.”
    Celeste cut in before Josiah could answer. “Not has a boat … is a boat.”
    Jolene squinted in the direction Celeste was looking. Four boats were moored right next to each other. The furthest was a dilapidated old lobster boat that looked like it might sink on the spot. As the boats moved in the shallow waves, that boat edged forward far enough for Jolene to read the name on the front.  
    Andrea June .  

Chapter Eight

    Celeste was starting to regret making the trip to the cove with Jolene.  
    Too late now , she thought as she sat crammed into the dinghy Jolene had commandeered from an old high school friend she’d run into on the dock.  
    A sense of foreboding came over her as the Andrea June loomed closer and closer. White paint chips dotted her side, giving away the original color of the now dull-gray boat. Clusters of barnacles stuck out from the boat at the water line. It had been a long time since anyone had cared for the Andrea June . Josiah had said he hadn’t seen the boat leave the cove in years, but someone had to be paying the mooring bill, otherwise it wouldn’t still be here.  
    Jolene pulled the dinghy alongside the boat and tied it off to the mooring where the rope from the Andrea June was hanging on by a thread. Judging by the degree of disintegration of the rope, it wouldn’t be long before the Andrea June broke free and floated out to sea.
    “Come on, let’s get onboard.” Jolene laid the oars on the floor of the dinghy and grabbed the ladder on the side of the boat. Celeste secured the small bottle of lavender oil in her pocket and followed suit, glancing at the dilapidated deck boards dubiously.  
    “Is that thing going to hold us?” Celeste had visions of plunging through the deck into the waters of the cove below. At least it was warm out and the cove water wasn’t that deep.
    But the deck held Jolene, so Celeste scrambled onboard behind her.  
    “Are you sure Mae said you could find the truth here? Maybe there is actually a real person named Andrea June … fishermen name their boats after real people most of the time. Maybe we should be looking for the real Andrea June to find out the truth?”
    Jolene shrugged. “Maybe, but I searched all the databases and couldn’t find her.”
    “Now what?” Celeste looked around the small deck. There was nothing really to see—an old moth-eaten life jacket. Half an oar. The old motor hanging off the back was more rust than anything and probably hadn’t worked in years.
    Jolene pointed toward a small cabin below the deck. “Maybe there will be a clue down