Facing the police didn’t seem like such a problem to him, especially when weighed against the intrigue of what he hoped to discover at sea. Peter navigated the city’s alleys, using the network of overlooked paths and shortcuts to his advantage. He ducked behind garbage cans to take cover when a police car drove by, whose presence reminded him of the urgency of his mission.
The usual sounds of the seaside town took on new meaning as he moved silently, each unexpected sound sharpening his alertness. Finally, Peter emerged from the alleys and saw the harbor, unusually quiet in the early morning light. He crept closer, staying in the dark places, his gaze focused on finding his brother-in-law’s boat.