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'I want a gun,’ he said.
‘La madre.’
‘Where is it?’ Goddard leaned back and could just
reach the head of the dropped fire ax. He set the
pointed side of it on Sparks’ throat. ‘Why not tell me
now? When this goes through your voice box, you’ll
have to point.’
‘I haven’t got one.’
‘I guess I should have told you,’ Goddard said. ‘I’m
short of time.’ He began to press on the ax.
‘If I had a gun, I’d be glad to give it to you.’
‘Sure, I know. And where.’
‘Listen. If you’ll take that thing out of my throat,
maybe I can tell you so you’ll believe me. I hate you. I
hate your guts. I hate all of you arrogant pigs. But if I
had a gun and thought you could stop that murdering
cabrón, I’d give it to you.’

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‘I’m sorry.’
‘It was five months ago.’
Why? he wondered. Was it the imminence of death, or
some latent tendency to spill himself he’d never
suspected before, just waiting for a captive audience
with no bra to get in the way? Since he’d walked away
from the hospital that afternoon in his private and
invisible bubble he’d never said anything to anybody
except to call Suzanne and tell her that Gerry was
dead, he would be home in three hours, and not to be
there.

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now we’re prepared for the next bulletin that he’s dead.
Or are we? He thought uneasily of Madeleine Lennox.
No, she was all right. She was up; he’d heard her
taking a shower.
Karen excused herself and left. He finished his
poached egg and lit a cigarette while he drank another
cup of coffee. When he went outside and walked aft, the
bos’n and two sailors were knocking out the wedges
that secured the tarpaulins on number three’s hatch
cover. Smoke was filtering up here and there around
the edges of it. Another man was unrolling a fire hose.
He wondered if they had gas masks aboard; the smoke
was going to be pretty bad down there.
He reached for a cigarette, but discovered the pack
was empty. He tossed it over the side and went back to
his cabin for another. As he was tearing the cellophane
from it he was arrested by the faint sound issuing from
the open door of his bathroom. He frowned, and
stepped inside to be sure. The shower was still running
in the one next door. After nearly forty-five minutes? He
hurried out into the passageway.

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make you long for the Norwegian fiords, Captain.’
He nodded and managed a wan smile. ‘Yes. And it’s
been nearly two years since I was home.’
Lind said to her, ‘But it just takes one winter gale in
the North Atlantic to make this look good again.’
'I agree with you,’ Madeleine Lennox said. She began
an account of being on a freighter that had been hove
to for three days in the Bay of Biscay and how
eventually she’d been physically exhausted just from
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the endless holding onto something and trying to keep
from being thrown from her bunk.
Captain Steen interrupted her in a voice not much
more than a whisper. ‘If you’ll excuse me.’ Goddard
looked around. Steen’s face had gone white and was
stamped with anguish as he pushed himself to his feet.
He started to collapse, but caught himself with a hand
braced on the table.