The Lightship – Part 10 of 11

THE LIGHTSHIP

Part 10

The sun was thinking about calling it a day, getting low on the horizon and glinting off wave crests, and lamp posts on the bridge were drawing long shadows across Pacific Avenue. Annie finished tacking a lost cat flyer to a telephone pole at the top of the stairs leading to the moorage and stared absently at the harbor while mentally checking the list of all the places she’d posted one. It had been over two hours since she’d left the coffee shop, and short of going door to door at people’s homes, there was only one other spot she could think of where someone might know something about Foggy. Annie shivered descending the mossy steps to the harbor as cold gusts swept down the stairwell.