Chapter Thirty Eight

 

10:02 p.m. EST

 

As pre arranged, Jim had exited the Jabberwocky by himself and five minutes later Zack met him in the parking lot at Jim’s maroon Corvette.

“Still got that tie on, huh?” Zack said.

Jim, driving, top down, negotiating endless stop-and-go traffic, three military road checks, they arrived at Fisherman’s Marina an hour after the last rays of sunlight had flecked the calm water of Button Wood Sound. Inside the Marina, Zack promised, bartered and borrowed the thirty-foot cigarette boat Top Gun from owner, Buddy Bone. Ten minutes later, Top Gun filled with fuel, Zack idled her out to deep water and gunned it.