Rick climbed as the Cub passed over Seaford, then turned out to sea and went northward again. Scotty kept the glasses on Smugglers' Reef. As they flashed past, he swiveled sharply. "Rick, make another run, right over the wreck."
"You won't be able to see it if I go right over it," Rick objected.
"I don't want to see the wreck, I want a closer look at the old tower."
Rick shot a glance at his pal. "See something?"
"I'm not sure."
"I'll throttle down so you can get a better look." He made a slow bank, lined up the wreck and throttled down, dropping the nose to a shallow glide in order to maintain flying speed. As the Cub passed the old tower, he looked curiously. He couldn't imagine what had attracted Scotty's interest. The thing was only a steel framework, red with rust. Not even the top platform was left.
Off Seaford, he banked out to sea again.
"See enough?"
Scotty dropped the binoculars to his lap. "I saw bright metal on the lowest cross girder. I couldn't tell much, but it looked like a deep scratch. And some of the rust had been flaked off around the spot, too. I could tell because it was a redder color than the rest."
Rick thought it over. "I can't make anything out of that," he said finally. "What's your guess?"