Johnny Liddell lay flat on his back, sprawled across the bunk in his stateroom, fully clothed. His mouth was open, he was snoring lightly. The door opened, Henrik, his cabin steward, stood in the doorway, stared at him with a worried expression that etched a V between his brows. He checked his wristwatch, the frown deepened. Finally, as though reaching a decision, he walked over to the side of the bunk, caught Liddell by the shoulder and shook him roughly.
“You all right, mister?” he asked. He shook again. “You all right?”
Liddell shrugged off the hand, twisted onto his side. A thin stream of saliva glistened on the side of his mouth, made a damp spot on the pillow.
“You wake up now, please?” The steward shook him again.
Liddell opened sticky eyes, was aware of a throbbing headache and
