A sneak peek, the First Chapter  of The P-Town Queen.

A sneak peek, the First Chapter of The P-Town Queen.

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Ute Carbone By UteCarbone Updated Aug 06, 2014



I did not blow up the Mona Lisa. Not only did I not blow up the Mona Lisa-an old leaker of a boat whose blowing up could be construed as a favor to the aptly named Rusty Cook-I did not blow up any part of Rusty's marina. My brothers will, of course, say otherwise. They had quite the laugh at my expense over coffee at Ella's Place.

Rusty had been on the lookout for a boat for me. It had taken a lot of gumption and crow-eating to get to a place where I could consider buying a  boat. I needed a cheap one, because God only knew how much money I'd be able to squeeze out of the Massachusetts Bay Commission via the research grant proposal I'd spent three long months laboring to produce. The head of the commission was Ned Anderson. Ned, a brilliant shark researcher in his own right, had tumbled a long way: to full time administrator of a bullshit state commission. Though to hear Ned say it, it wasn't a tumble but a reward for all the years he'd spent roughing it on a California ...