Back Deadlock
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

She raised her black, painted eyebrows and opened her eyes very wide. “Why did Niels say that? I wonder. Clayton obliged him on some business deal and Niels sponsored him in the club to show his appreciation. I’m perfectly sure that was the way it happened. Niels keeps what he does with Grafalk Steamship to himself, so I’ve never known what the arrangement was—in fact I can’t imagine being interested in it. I’m sorry Clayton’s dead, but he was an insufferable climber and Jeannine is no better … Does that answer your questions? I’m afraid I must go now.” She started for the door, buttoning on a pair of pale salmon gloves. I didn’t know anyone wore gloves anymore. She walked outside the door with me, moving at a good clip on needle-pointed shoes. A woman with less force of personality would have looked absurd in that outfit. Mrs. Grafalk seemed elegant.

As I got into the Omega, someone drove the Bentley up for her. A thin, sandy-haired man got out, helped her into the car, and headed back to the garage behind the house.

Slowly driving back to Chicago, I thought about Mrs. Grafalk’s remarks. The business deal must have been connected with the Eudora shipping invoices. What if Phillips had split the difference in the bills with Grafalk? Say he got ninety thousand dollars extra over the price registered on the computer for the shipment and gave forty-five thousand to Grafalk. That didn’t make sense, though. Grafalk was the biggest carrier on the lakes. What did he need with penny-ante stuff like that? If Grafalk were involved, the payoff had to be more impressive. Of course, Grafalk operated all those older ships. It cost him more to carry cargo. The amount in the invoices was probably the true price of what it cost Grafalk to carry the stuff. If that was the case, Phillips was really stealing from Eudora Grain—not just pocketing the difference between how much he logged into the contract and the ultimate invoice, but losing money for Eudora on every shipment he recorded when Grafalk was the carrier. What Grafalk got out of it was more shipments in a depressed market in which he had a hard time competing because of his older, inefficient fleet.