A hidden pearl

I made the call. The voice on the other end of the line was nondescript. "Hello?" I hesitated, blurting my rehearsed lines, flubbing the name in the process. "Yeah, sure," he replied. "How much do you want?" We agreed on a price, and a time and place to meet. The GPS led us down (up?) Cape Cod from Hyannis for about 30 minutes, the last few winding down a residential street that ended abruptly at a wharf. The smell of sea salt and rotting fish was immediate. We got out of the