The light from a three-quarter moon left a blue-<br >trail on the black water to starboard. A mile ahead (<br >right， sodium vapor lights floated on the shorelim<br >yellow polka dots. A foggy haze obscured similar 1<br >on the coast to the left. Low-lying clouds hid the<br >from the western horizon to almost directly ovei<br >Black on black.<br > The Scarab gurgled along， piercing the bay an<br >blackness at less than ten knots， but McCory coul~<br >the subdued vibration of the 350-cubic-inch V-8 er<br >in the steering wheel. A light breeze plucked at hk，<br >sleeves.<br > White light of a marker buoy a quarter mile tc<br >board.<br > "Jesus， Mac. Turn on the running lights."<br > "And have somebody spot us?"<br > "And get out of here，" Daimler told him. "~<br >caught， it s my ass."<br > "And mine."<br > "My boat. They ll confiscate it， and I paid sixty<br >damn it!"<br ><br >