Cole waited for some time before looking back again and the blue lights were nowhere to be seen. All Cole could make out was the sharp V shape of his wake as it trailed off in the distance. If the coxswain was smart, he would have turned the lights off to avoid giving an enemy an easy target. The boat crew was out of the fight and it was unlikely they would rejoin that evening. Cole’s crew said nothing as they were smart enough to realize the magnitude of what Cole had done to keep them out of handcuffs. It was a huge risk that had paid off. Alone again under the moon, Cole raced southward for the rest of the night. His GPS had almost no battery left when he spotted a faint glow off the bow and in the distance. It was below the horizon, but it matched up with what his GPS was telling him.
