The car sped down the road towards the port. Joridey chatted nonstop, while Quarin had turned on the stereo and was whistling along to the music. He seemed to be in a good mood.
Every now and then, he glanced at them through the rearview mirror and smiled.
'What is there to laugh about?' Thought Regina, furrowing her brow. 'Maybe he's happy for Joridey...'
Seeing her expression, Quarin felt it necessary to reassure her: "Regina, you mustn't be afraid of that i***t Barska, you won't even meet him, I dealt with him!" grinned, and returned to whistling. She observed his hands on the steering wheel: they were bruised. He surely did a number on him.
When they came into sight of the ship, they saw a helicopter approaching and landing on the highest platform of the boat.
"Look, Mom and Dad h
