Tall chain-link fences surrounded the private docks.

A large sign near the gate read Members Only.

Howard parked the sedan near a wooden utility shed.

We had a clear view of the deep-water slips.

Rows of huge white boats bobbed in the dark water, and the metal rigging clinked in the wind.

“Slip 14,” Howard said.

He pointed a heavy finger toward the far end of the central pier.

A massive blue motor yacht was tied to the reinforced dock.