Sacramento Marina, in Miller Park, is a sea of calm caught between the river, the highway, rail and the industrial estate. Darkness presses down and shadows loom between the trees that shroud the boat sheds in mystery. Light pools under street lamps and spills forth from the administration building, far off to the left. There is only the ambient growl from the West Side Highway for company as Erich’s limo rolls onto Miller Park Circuit from Front Street.
Apart from their own vehicle, the only other cars are located by the administration building. Miller Park Circuit is empty, lined by the darkened trees. Beyond the trees on the left, a gang plank lead to the covered boat sheds, strung out in long lines like fingers into the waters of the marina.
The moon is out. Low and pregnant in the sky, it dances with the veiling clouds. Silver light dapples the calm waters of the marina.
OOC: For Jonas