Sea Angel moved under the weight of a man stepping aboard, her old boards creaking. The sun was an hour away from rising, but the air was already humid and warm. Only two other yachts were tied up and nobody was aboard them.
Sea AngelGloves on his hands and by the narrow beam of a small flashlight, the man searched the seating area, moving the cushions. He crouched to look beneath the benches, pulling out lifejackets and shaking them. Then, he sank back on his heels, turning the flashlight in his fingers, a grim smile on his face.
Back on his feet, he took the steps leading below deck. In one of the cabins, he extracted a handgun from a pocket. He glanced around, then pushed the g*n between the base and mattress of the bed.
He shoved the gloves into his pocket and climbed back to the de
