Chapter 4
"Seriously" said Dixon, his brow furrowed and he raised his eyebrow in a shape of a circumflex. He sat alone at the bar while a hot beverage was smoking before his mustache. His cheeks were ruddy and his look was blank like someone who has already swallowed a lot of orange grog. In the neutral state in which he found himself at that moment, Dixon had his mind free of the threatening thoughts that besieged him during breaks in lucidity - way more - of what he allowed himself. He kept rubbing his chin and looked around as the nautical club's environment slowly came to life.Webb didn't kept him company. He went from one table to another with the role of captain of a ship that honors the passengers of his greeting or his presence at their table, the result of forty years of experien
