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Chapters (64)
  1. Other Books by This Author
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Contents
  6. Chapter 1
  7. A Hero’s Death
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Love’s Labors Lost
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Reflections
  12. Chapter 4
  13. On the Waterfront
  14. Chapter 5
  15. A Glass in the Hand
  16. Chapter 6
  17. A Capital Ship
  18. Chapter 7
  19. Watchman, Tell Us of the Night
  20. Chapter 8
  21. Learning the Business
  22. Chapter 9
  23. Just Another Dead Black
  24. Chapter 10
  25. Down the Hatches
  26. Chapter 11
  27. Grounded
  28. Chapter 12
  29. Bedside Stories
  30. Chapter 13
  31. Sherry at Valhalla
  32. Chapter 14
  33. Potluck
  34. Chapter 15
  35. The Frozen North
  36. Chapter 16
  37. Stowaway
  38. Chapter 17
  39. Deadlock
  40. Chapter 18
  41. The Long Journey Home
  42. Chapter 19
  43. Pavane for a Dead Hockey Player
  44. Chapter 20
  45. Unloading
  46. Chapter 21
  47. Fishing Trip
  48. Chapter 22
  49. Nighttime Chiseler
  50. Chapter 23
  51. A House of Mourning
  52. Chapter 24
  53. A Question of Policy
  54. Chapter 25
  55. The Old Girl Network
  56. Chapter 26
  57. On the Tiles
  58. Chapter 27
  59. On Board the Dragon Ship
  60. Chapter 28
  61. The Fire Ship of Wodin
  62. Chapter 29
  63. The Long Good-bye
  64. Cover

“I’d wanted to run my own show for years. My wife was sick, had Hodgkins disease, and we never had any children. I guess I turned all my energy to shipping. Besides, after Niels refused to build any thousand-footers, I wanted to have a ship like this one.” He patted the guy ropes affectionately. “This is a beautiful ship. It took four years to build. Took me three years to put the financing together. But it’s worth it. These things run at about a third the cost of the old five-hundred-footers. The cargo space goes up almost as the square of the length—I can carry seven times the load of a five-hundred-foot vessel … Anyway, I wanted one very badly and I had to start my own company to get it.”

How badly? I wondered to myself. Badly enough to run a more sophisticated scam than he’d thought of thirty years ago and come up with the necessary capital? “What does a ship like this cost to build?”

“The Lucella ran just a hair under fifty million.”

“You float stock or bonds or what?”

“We did some of everything. Sheridan and Bemis coughed up their savings. I put mine in. The Fort Dearborn Trust owns the biggest chunk of this and we finally got them to arrange a series of loans with about ten other banks. Other people put in personal money. It’s a tremendous investment, and I want to make sure it carries a cargo every day between March 28 and January 1 so we can pay off the debt.”

He sat down next to me on the small bench and looked at me, his gray eyes probing. “But that isn’t what I came out here to say to you. I want to know why Niels brought up the story of my past. Not even Bemis and Sheridan know it, and if the tale had gotten around three years ago, I could never have built this beauty. If Niels wanted to hurt me, he could have done it then. So why did he tell you now?”

It was a good question. I stared into the churning water, trying to recall my conversation with Grafalk. Maybe he wanted to ventilate some of his pent-up bitterness against Bledsoe. It couldn’t have been from a desire to protect Phillips—he’d raised questions about Phillips, too.

“What do you know about the relationship between Grafalk and Clayton Phillips.”