Chapters (64)
- Other Books by This Author
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter 1
- A Hero’s Death
- Chapter 2
- Love’s Labors Lost
- Chapter 3
- Reflections
- Chapter 4
- On the Waterfront
- Chapter 5
- A Glass in the Hand
- Chapter 6
- A Capital Ship
- Chapter 7
- Watchman, Tell Us of the Night
- Chapter 8
- Learning the Business
- Chapter 9
- Just Another Dead Black
- Chapter 10
- Down the Hatches
- Chapter 11
- Grounded
- Chapter 12
- Bedside Stories
- Chapter 13
- Sherry at Valhalla
- Chapter 14
- Potluck
- Chapter 15
- The Frozen North
- Chapter 16
- Stowaway
- Chapter 17
- Deadlock
- Chapter 18
- The Long Journey Home
- Chapter 19
- Pavane for a Dead Hockey Player
- Chapter 20
- Unloading
- Chapter 21
- Fishing Trip
- Chapter 22
- Nighttime Chiseler
- Chapter 23
- A House of Mourning
- Chapter 24
- A Question of Policy
- Chapter 25
- The Old Girl Network
- Chapter 26
- On the Tiles
- Chapter 27
- On Board the Dragon Ship
- Chapter 28
- The Fire Ship of Wodin
- Chapter 29
- The Long Good-bye
- 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.”