The Sea Nymph was a long, sleek black shadow moored to the dock at Manhasset Bay. The tall, slim snout of an antenna poked upward toward the first streaks of dawn in the sky.
Sea NymphJohnny Liddell, Inspector Herlehy, and Muggsy Kiely left the squad car a block from the mooring, approached on foot. They melted into the shadows of a building a stone’s throw from where a gangplank connected the ship and the dock.
“You’d better stay here, Muggs, until we know what we’re likely to run into,” Johnny Liddell whispered.
“Nothing doing.” Muggsy shook her head vigorously. “We got a deal. I come aboard with you.”
“Liddell’s right,” Herlehy put in. “We’d better try it alone first, Muggsy. You’ll be in at the finish,” he promised.
Muggsy started to argue, decided she was outnumbered. “Okay. But
