Excerpt From Blood Work (Photo by Wendy Werris) Lockridge dropped McCaleb off at the curb on Cabrillo Way, about a half mile from the marina. He walked the rest of the way, keeping to the shadows cast by the small shops that lined the boulevard. The plan was for Buddy to leave his keys in the Taurus and then go to his boat as if everything about his life was routine and normal. If he saw anything unusual, anyone hanging around the marina who wasn't recognizable, he was to flick on the mast light on the Double-Down. McCaleb would be able to see the light from a good distance away and he would keep clear. When the marina came into sight McCaleb's eyes scanned along the points of the dozens of masts. It was dark now and he saw no lights. Things looked good. He glanced around and spotted a pay phone outside a mini-market and went to it to call Lockridge anyway. It also gave him the chance to put the heavy leather bag down for a spell. Buddy picked up the phone right away.