The boat’s owner, a tanned older man named Morales, handed them the keys and gave a rundown on the weather. He seemed relieved when they said they weren’t going far—just two coves north to drop anchor and relax.
“Stay in the bay. Radio’s here. Call if anything looks off,” Morales said. John laughed. What could possibly go wrong in such a quiet spot? They left around noon. Catherine kicked off her shoes and leaned on the rail as John steered them out past the dock.