Juan called out from the shore, “Cole…”
Turning, he looked back and Juan asked, “It’s a nice boat, right?”
Cole looked it over for a few seconds, then looked back at Juan. “Yeah, Juan. It’s a nice boat. Adios.”
One of Juan’s guys hopped over the side as Cole walked farther out, and nodded slightly as he passed. The boat was Cole’s. As he got closer, now up to his thighs in the warm and dark water, he noted that the boat had Florida registration numbers on its bow. Cole laughed to himself. It was not the first time he’d driven some rich guy’s toy in the middle of the night. At the transom, he climbed up and over to the deck and set his bag down beside the console. It was a 32-foot Sea Fox, wearing twin Yamaha 350 horsepower outboards. Overpowered, he thought, his mind recalled the gracef
