Then the yachts began running generators through the night. Deep vibrations traveled through the water and up the pilings. Underwater lights glowed electric blue beneath the hulls, turning the cove into a nightclub aquarium. The old darkness disappeared completely.
Elias had always known the water by its changing moods. He knew where mackerel tightened before rain, where pollock cut toward the ledges, where crabs buried deep before a blow. Now every pattern blurred beneath the mechanical pulse of engines and bass.