Jamie turned toward the directions Noah mentioned and shielded his eyes from the sun, then froze. On the distant horizon, two boats appeared—long, narrow silhouettes gliding low and fast over the waves. Their wakes split the ocean like blades.
A pause hung between them. “Could be the Coast Guard,” Jamie said hopefully. “That was fast.” Noah didn’t blink. “They said three hours.” Jamie checked the log. “Yeah. Still over 70 miles out.” They exchanged a look.