TWENTY-NINE
Steel poured himself a glass of the golden liquid from the half-empty bottle of whiskey. He had to admit that this had turned out to be one hell of a trip that was for sure. He picked up the glass between his fingertips in a claw-like grip, then moved to the balcony. The fresh ocean breeze made the delicate net curtains float like sheets on a line in a morning wind. This night was the first night of the six-day crossing, and he had nothing to show for it – nothing he had expected anyway. His suspects where definitely up to something but he felt it had nothing to do with a significant event. He still had the nagging feeling that what he had been looking for had not been on the ship until now, that’s why he hadn’t found it. As he took a sip from his glass, he looked out across t
