The car pulled into a private marina.
Rows of boats lined the docks on both sides, everything from small speedboats to larger sailing vessels.
The water was calm, dark blue under the evening sky, reflecting the lights starting to flicker on along the boardwalk.
Kelvin drove past the first few docks and turned down a narrow road that led to the end of the marina. He pulled into a spot near the edge and put the car in park.
"We're here," he said.
Liam looked out the window.
The yacht sat at the end of the dock, white and clean, maybe fifty feet long. Two levels. The name *Kingfisher* painted in black letters along the hull. It wasn't the biggest yacht in the marina, but it was nice. Well-maintained.
The kind of thing that cost more than most people's houses.
Kelvin got out first. Liam followed. The girls climbed out of the back, Priscilla adjusting her purse on her shoulder, Jane smoothing down the front of her white dress.
