Seaghost [antikvár]

0114 hours EST, Carr Bay, MarylandThe light from a three-quarter moon left a blue-white trail on the black water to starboard. A mile ahead on the right, sodium vapor lights floated on the shoreline like yellow polka dots. A foggy haze obscured similar lamps on the coast to the left. Low-lying clouds hid the stars from the western horizon to almost directly overhead. Black on black.The Scarab gurgled along, piercing the bay and the blackness at less than ten knots, but McCory could feel the subdued vibration of the 350-cubic-inch V-8 engines in the steering wheel. A light breeze plucked at his shirt sleeves.White light of a marker buoy a quarter mile to starboard."Jesus, Mac. Him on the running lights.""And have somebody spot us?""And get out of here," Daimler told him; "We get caught, it's my ass.""And mine.""My boat. They'll confiscate it, and I paid sixty grand, damn it!"1