He adjusted the coil of rope over his shoulder, heart thudding as the skiff came into view. There it was, bobbing lightly in the water, small but sturdy. His way out. His way to the truth. Elias glanced back once, making sure the harbor was clear, before stepping onto the stones and untying the line.
The rope slipped free with a soft splash, and the skiff rocked as he climbed aboard. The police might have blocked the docks, but they couldn’t block the sea. By the time Elias reached his skiff, the sky had darkened. What had been a calm morning was shifting, clouds rolling in from the horizon like a slow army.