The iron hull of the naval cutter rose out of the black harbor water like the snout of a starving whale, its massive twin searchlights cutting through the swirling wall of the blizzard with a blinding, blue white glare that turned our tiny cabin into a cage of raw glass. The light didn't just show our faces; it exposed every wet drop of Silas’s blood pooling in the carpet fibers between my knees.
Then came the horn a single, three second blast of military iron that vibrated so violently through our fiberglass hull it shattered the empty coffee mugs in the driver’s small zinc sink.
BRAWWWWR.
Toby let out his first real scream since the hospital corridor, his tiny fingers clawing through the dry wool blankets to drag my face down to his wet cheek. But I couldn't lean down. My left hand wa
