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Beth let out a gasp as my fingers probed into the wound. I took my hand away and said, "It's okay."

Are you... are you sure ...?

She thought a moment, then said, "In other words, we're not chasing him anymore. He's chasing us-out into the open water."

Well ... you could say we're leading him into a trap.

She replied, "I have nine left in this magazine and a full magazine of fifteen in my pocket."

I was literally speechless.

She thought a moment, then said, "In other words, we're not chasing him anymore. He's chasing us-out into the open water."

Good enough. I glanced at her and said, "Nice shooting back there."

Correct. I set a course that would take us to the right of the lighthouse out into Gardiners Bay, which in turn would put us on a course to Plum Island. I asked her, "How many rounds do you have left?"

Correct. I set a course that would take us to the right of the lighthouse out into Gardiners Bay, which in turn would put us on a course to Plum Island. I asked her, "How many rounds do you have left?"

Why not? I cut back on the throttles and the Formula settled down a little. I said to Beth, "Actually, I like it this way. Now I know for sure where he is and where he's going." I added, "I'd rather deal with him on land. We'll meet him on Plum Island."

Good enough. I glanced at her and said, "Nice shooting back there."

Are you... are you sure ...?

You upset his aim. You may also have hit him.

She thought a moment, then said, "In other words, we're not chasing him anymore. He's chasing us-out into the open water."

I knew you'd ask that. Trust me.

I looked quickly toward her. "What's the matter?"

Let's see. Come here.

Beth found the plastic-coated chart on the deck and unfolded it on the dashboard. She pointed and said, "That must be Long Beach Bar Lighthouse over there."

She continued, "If we head to the left of the lighthouse, we may be able to see some channel markers that will lead us to East Marion or Orient. We can dock someplace, and call the Coast Guard or the security people on Plum Island and alert them to the situation."

She replied, "I have nine left in this magazine and a full magazine of fifteen in my pocket."

She moved closer to where I stood at the wheel, turned toward the stern and loosened her life vest, then raised her slicker and shirt. Her rib cage, between her breast and her hip, was covered with blood. I reached out and said, "Steady." I felt for the wound and was relieved to discover that it was indeed a graze running along the lower rib. The gash was deep, but had not exposed the bone.

Let's see. Come here.

Are you... are you sure ...?

I looked quickly toward her. "What's the matter?"

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