FORTY-FOUR
The sound of the waves crashing against the massive hull was dulled out by the music from the bars on the seventh deck. Steel leant on the cold plastic-topped balcony rail of his room and looked out across the darkness of the night sky, the usual array of sparking starlight and glowing moon had denied them this night, as if someone had turned out the heavenly lights for the night.
He wondered about the two gorillas that the giant Russian had sent after him in the gym; they were under an order, that was plain to see. If it had been personal, he was sure they would have been more brutal, and it wouldn’t have been one on one. No, the boss had sent them to get him, but why wait and why did he think that he was Blacke? Steel closed his eyes and let the cool breeze sweep across his
