At 4:40, while the yachts slept and the water lay black beneath the pilings, Elias, Bram, and Tess moved onto the dock. Their boots made no unnecessary sound. They unloaded sealed barrels, hose lines, crates, a grinder, and an industrial pressure washer.
Elias taped copies of the harbor work notice to three posts where any camera could see them. Then he checked the wind with a wet finger. It moved steadily from the bait shed toward the luxury slips. He looked at Tess. She nodded once.