A faint sound followed—something hard scraping against sand or stone. The noise gave John a bad feeling. He tasted salt in the back of his throat and something metallic, maybe fear. “Okay,” he said finally. “We’ll check it out—slow and easy.”
John eased Sea Glass forward. The engine stayed at a low hum. Catherine took the wheel, and John moved up to the bow, using binoculars to get a better look. Sunlight flashed off the water, making it hard to focus.