CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Calver sat in his booth, watching the small shapes of ferries and cargo boats on his monitors. Most of the traffic was commercial aircraft bringing in the latest batch of excited tourists. The island was getting busier.
All in all, it was a quiet day at the office. But after the raid the other day on the cargo ship, Calver was hoping for more. Unfortunately, all he had was what he considered to be ‘every day, humdrum.’ Even the bad guys must have a rest day, he had thought to himself.
He rocked in his chair and drank from the bottled water he had fetched from the vending machine. The wrappers from the two candy bars he had brought with it lay twisted in the waste bin under his desk. He had thought about the sandwich he had seen in the machine, which was the last tuna
