Scootie was standing on the sunbathing pad, gazing down at the foaming wake that trailed away from the stern. He was as focused on the churning water as he might have been on a taunting cat, and he didn’t look up at Tommy.
Forward on the top deck, the upper helm station had a hardtop roof and a windshield, but the back of it was meant to be open in good cruising weather. Currently a custom-sewn vinyl enclosure was snugged to the supporting rear framework of the hardtop, forming a weather-proofed cabin of sorts, but Del had unsnapped the centre vent to gain access to the wheel.
Tommy pushed through the loose flaps, into the dim light beyond, which arose only from the control board.
Del was in the captain’s seat. She glanced away from the rain-streaked windshield. ‘Nice job.’
‘I don’t know,’ he said worriedly, putting the guns down on the console behind her. He began to unzip pockets on the ski jacket. ‘It’s still out there some-where.’
‘But we’re outrunning it now, on the move and safe.’
‘Yeah, maybe,’ he said as he added nine rounds of ammo to the Desert Eagle magazine, replenishing the thirteen-shot capacity as quickly as his trembling hands could cope with the cartridges. ‘How long to cross the harbour?’
Bringing the Bluewater sharply and expertly around to port, she said, ‘We’re starting the run right now. Going so fast, I’ll have to throttle back just a little, but it should still take like maybe two minutes.’
At various points down the centre of the broad harbour, clusters of boats bobbled at permanent moorings, grey shapes in the gloom that effectively divided the expanse of water into channels. But as far as could be seen in the rain, theirs was the only craft currently making way. Del said, ‘Problem is – when we get to Balboa Island, I need to find an empty slip, a suitable dock to tie up to, and that might take some time. Thank God, it’s high tide and this baby has such a low draft, ‘cause we can slide in almost anywhere.’
Reloading the Mossberg, he said, ‘How’d you start the engines without keys?’
‘Hot-wired the sucker.’
‘I don’t think so.’
‘Found a key.’
‘Bullshit.’
‘Well,’ she said airily, ‘those are your choices.’
Outside on the open top deck, Scootie began to bark ferociously.
Tommy’s stomach fluttered nervously, and his heart swelled with dread. ‘Jesus, here we go already.’
Armed with both the shotgun and the pistol, he pushed through the vinyl flaps, into the night and rain.
Scootie still stood vigilantly on the sunbathing pad, staring down at the churning wake.
Balboa Peninsula was swiftly receding.
Tommy stepped quickly past the dining table and the upholstered horseshoe bench that encircled it, to the platform on which the dog stood.
No railing encircled the outer edge of the sunbathing pad, only a low wall, and Tommy didn’t want to risk standing on it and perhaps pitching over the stern. He wriggled forward on his belly, across the wet canvas -upholstered pad, beside the Labrador, where he peered down at the turbulent wake.
In the murk, he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
The dog barked more savagely than ever.
‘What is it, fella?’
Scootie glanced at him and whined.
He could see the wake but nothing of the boat’s stern, which was recessed beneath the top deck. Easing forward, his upper body extended over the low sun-deck wall, Tommy squinted down and back at the lower portion of the yacht.
Under Tommy, behind the enclosed first deck, was a back-porch-type afterdeck. It was overhung by the sunbathing platform on which he lay, and was therefore largely concealed.
Sans raincoat, the fat man was climbing out of the harbour and over the afterdeck railing. He disappeared under the overhang before Tommy could take a shot at him.
The dog scrambled to a closed stair head hatch immediately starboard of the sunbathing platform.
Joining the Labrador, Tommy put down the pistol. Holding the Mossberg in one hand, he opened the hatch.
A small light glowed at the bottom of moulded-fibreglass steps, revealing that the Samaritan-thing was already clambering upward. Its serpent eyes flashed, and it shrieked at Tommy.