She had them in the binocs. Anchor already pulled up and the boat drifting a little. She was positioned at the console, ready to take off if she needed to. McNally produced a flag—a denuded branch from a creosote bush, a blue pair of Jockey shorts tied to the top. Landry mentioned to McNally that his grasp of high tech was mind-boggling. Jolie dropped the binocs to her chest and shaded her eyes. Then waved. He missed her long, golden-brown hair, usually pulled into a ponytail or bun, but otherwise, she was the same Jolie. She wore shorts, boat shoes, and a square-necked embroidered peasant top, the kind you got from Mexico. The white-and-black Bayliner cabin cruiser had a swept-back aerodynamic design. It looked new. It was about thirty-five feet from stem to stern. The Bayliner would make a good drug-running boat. He wondered who owned it. They came to and tied up.
