![]() ![]() It was actually not “behaving” at all it was just drifting in the relatively placid water.Ī passing boat, smaller at thirty-five feet and carrying four people, got within a hundred yards or so. No SOS signal had been sent, and the boat was not behaving erratically. There would be no obvious reason for any other passing craft to think anything was wrong. It was a motorboat, but the motor was off and had been for a while. The day was sunny and calm, and the Doral was simply floating languidly on the water. His mother would have been embarrassed to have a boat named after her and Alex’s father, but she would secretly have loved it and bragged about it to her bridge club. ![]() He especially wished they had lived to see and board the Doral. They had struggled financially most of their lives, and Alex junior wished that they had lived to see how successful he had become. Vogel’s deceased parents had been named Doris and Alex, hence the name of the craft. One of the people who would call it that was its owner, Alex Vogel, because yacht sounded better than boat. The fifty-foot luxury boat had the name Doral emblazoned on it. ![]() The nearest land was Long Beach Island in New Jersey, where it had sailed from. The boat was in international waters, just outside the three-mile limit. ![]()
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