“See if you can get the light on him, Mike!” Kramer throttled back a bit to reduce the bouncing as Stokey searched the water. They could hear the boat somewhere off to their starboard side, but he was too far away to see. Suddenly, the sound of the go-fast boat’s engines seemed to shift with a weird Doppler effect.
“He’s turning, running for the islands,” Kramer said over the net. “If he gets into one of those little coves, he’s gone.”
“Al, I’m seeing what looks like turbulence from a wake off to starboard, and I think I can hear his engines.” Kramer adjusted his course and took off at high speed, running parallel to the east side of the little chain of Turneffe islets. He couldn’t see anything off in that direction, but he heard the .50 caliber cut loose back on the fantail as Shake sen
