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Beth found the plastic-coated chart on the deck and unfolded it on the dashboard. She pointed and said, "That must be Long Beach Bar Lighthouse over there."

I glanced at the chart, which was lit by the faint glow of a reading light on the dashboard. I said, "There's no way I can navigate this boat in this storm through these narrow channels. The only place I can get into is Greenport or maybe Dering, and Freddie's between us and those harbors."

Beth folded her chart. "Right." She glanced back over her shoulder and said, "He's got us outgunned and outboated."

She replied, "I have nine left in this magazine and a full magazine of fifteen in my pocket."

Let's see. Come here.

Are you... are you sure ...?

You upset his aim. You may also have hit him.

Why not? I cut back on the throttles and the Formula settled down a little. I said to Beth, "Actually, I like it this way. Now I know for sure where he is and where he's going." I added, "I'd rather deal with him on land. We'll meet him on Plum Island."

Correct. I set a course that would take us to the right of the lighthouse out into Gardiners Bay, which in turn would put us on a course to Plum Island. I asked her, "How many rounds do you have left?"

Why not? I cut back on the throttles and the Formula settled down a little. I said to Beth, "Actually, I like it this way. Now I know for sure where he is and where he's going." I added, "I'd rather deal with him on land. We'll meet him on Plum Island."

She continued, "If we head to the left of the lighthouse, we may be able to see some channel markers that will lead us to East Marion or Orient. We can dock someplace, and call the Coast Guard or the security people on Plum Island and alert them to the situation."

I was literally speechless.

Not sure ...

I glanced at the chart, which was lit by the faint glow of a reading light on the dashboard. I said, "There's no way I can navigate this boat in this storm through these narrow channels. The only place I can get into is Greenport or maybe Dering, and Freddie's between us and those harbors."

Are you... are you sure ...?

Beth let out a gasp as my fingers probed into the wound. I took my hand away and said, "It's okay."

I knew you'd ask that. Trust me.

Beth? What's the matter? I could see her left hand moving over her rain slicker and she winced. She brought her hand out and it was covered in blood. She said, "Damn...."

I was literally speechless.

She moved closer to where I stood at the wheel, turned toward the stern and loosened her life vest, then raised her slicker and shirt. Her rib cage, between her breast and her hip, was covered with blood. I reached out and said, "Steady." I felt for the wound and was relieved to discover that it was indeed a graze running along the lower rib. The gash was deep, but had not exposed the bone.

Why not? I cut back on the throttles and the Formula settled down a little. I said to Beth, "Actually, I like it this way. Now I know for sure where he is and where he's going." I added, "I'd rather deal with him on land. We'll meet him on Plum Island."

Well ... you could say we're leading him into a trap.

Are you... are you sure ...?

Correct. I set a course that would take us to the right of the lighthouse out into Gardiners Bay, which in turn would put us on a course to Plum Island. I asked her, "How many rounds do you have left?"

I said to her, "I heard that last round go past my ear before it went through the windshield. Jeez Just like old times back in the city." I asked her, as an afterthought, "You okay?"

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