Larry Smith took a table on the restaurant’s deck overlooking the small harbor. Darkness blanketed the island; reflected dock lights glazed the still, black water. The pleasant smell of ocean mixed with that of the restaurant’s grill. Larry chose the table in the most poorly lit corner and snuffed out the candle wick floating in oil.
Larry Smith took a table Strategically positioned, four propane patio heaters stood like elongated metal mushrooms and battled the cool October air. Even so, nearly all the tables on the deck were empty; three couples chatted over the remnants of their meals.
In shadow, his back to the harbor, Larry watched Malone and his blonde companion through the wall of glass. He used his peripheral vision though he was confident the reflection from inside made him vir
