“Drive it like you stole it, huh?” Cole was looking at Kevin as he said it.
Kevin grinned.
They backtracked out of the bay the same way they’d entered. Kevin was cautious around the coral heads as a hole in the hull this far from home could spell disaster, and both knew Cuban prison was no fun. After clearing the bay and pointing due north, Kevin opened up the throttles again and the Grady-White surged up and into a rhythmic plane as they screamed back to the north. Cole looked at his watch and saw it was after one in the morning. With the added weight below, they were making 25 knots over the ground. Kevin explained that they wouldn’t stop on the way back like they had heading south, because if they were stopped now, they’d be screwed. This was simply a mad dash. On the trip south, they
