47“Don’t touch that trigger.” Bandi glared at Matu, making sure his captor noticed the effect of hundreds of hours of curls to his arms. “You may get the better of me but not before ship’s security gets here and I assure you that you are not their match.”
Osman groaned, head in his hands.
Matu pointed at him. “I can break his neck and that would be the end of it,” he said as if he was suggesting a place to eat.
Bandi shook his head. “I already have one problem.” He pointed at Halpin. “I don’t need a dead body too.”
Matu scratched his head with the nozzle of his gun. “Bring the woman here,” he said, receding to the rear of the cabin to face the door.
A dim light from a starboard lamp touched the door’s threshold. Every footfall on the metal deck elevated his anticipation until Basil st
