With our pistols at the ready, we crept down the hallway toward the galley.
Footsteps clanked down the stairs. A man in his mid-20s plunged into the galley.
“Freeze!” I shouted. “Coconut County. Put your hands in the air.”
With round eyes, he complied. “What’s going on?”
“Turn around, place your hands behind your head.”
He did, and JD slapped the cuffs around his wrists.
“Who are you?”
“You guys don’t look like cops.”
Jack shoved his shiny gold badge in the guy’s face.
“Relax. I live here. What’s going on?”
"You live here?"
"Yeah. Ethan’s been letting me stay in one of the guest rooms.”
"What's your name?"
"Jeremy."
"How long have you been living here?”
He shrugged. "I don't know, maybe a few months."
"Where were you last night?”
He grinned. "I met this chick at Blue Ruin. We went back to her place, and you know…"
"When was the last time you talked to Ethan?”
"I don’t know. Probably last night around 10:00 PM.”
"Was that here on the boat?"
"Yeah.”
"What was he doing last night?”
"He said he was gonna chill out and catch up on some work he needed to do. I think he was going to try to get this girl to come over.”
"Do you know her name?”
Jeremy thought about it for a moment and shook his head. "No. What's going on? Who broke the glass in the salon?"
"This is the first time you’ve been back to the boat since last night?”
"Yeah.”
"Was your roommate in any trouble?”
Jeremy shrugged. "What kind of trouble?”
