AS I WAVED GOOD-BYE to Chad, I spotted crew-cut guy and his bearded friend driving a blue pickup truck covered with a tarp. They pulled into Melvin’s Marine Emporium and drove through the parking lot around to the rear of the store. I hightailed it back there and hid behind a dumpster.
Crew-cut guy hopped out of the truck, stopped to tie one of his sneakers, then adjusted one of the straps holding the tarp down. After exchanging a few words with crew-cut guy through the window, bearded guy got out of the truck and walked to the door next to the loading dock, his flip-flops slapping loudly on the asphalt. He tried to open it, but it appeared to be locked. He dug his cell phone out of his pocket and called someone, gesturing angrily as he spoke. After a few minutes, the door by the loading
