“Think we’ll anchor somewhere?”
“I don’t know. That guy Evans never tells us anything and I’m sure not going to ask him anything. Yes, I guess we’ll anchor in Ilak.”
“Well, it won’t be the first time we had to anchor in like that.”
“No, it won’t be the first time.”
Duval fingered the blue and white bedspread his wife had made for him and, fingering it, he thought of Olga. He hoped they would spend more time in the Big Harbor on the trip back.
“What did you do last night?” he asked.
His first assistant shrugged. “I didn’t do so much. Got tight, that’s all.”
“Too bad. Did you see that squarehead Bervick last night?”
“I saw him for a little while. He was in the Anchorage Inn. He was with old Angela. She’s sure a fat woman.”
Duval chuckled. “Serves him right. He was trying to sew up Olga. He wasn’t so smart about it. She’d come running if he didn’t keep bothering her about the others she sees. After all she’s got to make some money, like everybody else.”