Z iz Lasota and Gwen Danielson had reached a stalemate. It was nighttime on the Caleb, the ancient steel-hulled tugboat where they had spent the last five months of 2017, anchored in the outer harbor of Pillar Point, 25 miles south of San Francisco. With their high cheekbones, dimpled chins, and penetrating gazes, the pair looked enough like siblings that strangers sometimes commented on their resemblance, but each could barely see the other in the pitch black that night, sitting on the floor of the boat’s cramped control room. By her own account, Lasota was angry. Speaking into the dark,...
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