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Arnold slipped the box into the cockpit storage locker. He dug out the ignition keys and handed them to Lawton, then turned and lifted his eyes and watched the laughing gulls spinning over Neon Leon’s, a few of them diving down at the roof shrieking as though whatever had turned off the television had also driven them insane.

‘I got to use the head, get rid of this beer. I’ll be up top in a minute.’

‘It’s true, isn’t it, Arnold? I used to arrest you?’

‘Yes, it’s true.’

‘Why was that? You a dope peddler?’

‘No, it wasn’t dope, Lawton. I never dabbled in dope.’

He turned and gave Arnold a long look. ‘Don’t tell me you were a professional killer.’

Arnold patted him on the shoulder. ‘You get us a little downstream, I’ll be right up.’

‘We going fishing, catch some dolphin?’

‘Not today, Lawton. I need to get you back, safe and sound. I’ll stick around till Alexandra gets home, then I got a couple of things I gotta attend to. We’ll go fishing soon as this thing gets cleared up. I promise.’

‘Don’t worry about your boat. Go on, take a piss. You can trust me.’

‘I know I can.’

‘Hey, Arnold, is this guy Braswell trying to kill us?’

‘No, Lawton. Braswell went over to the Bahamas. He’s hanging out in Marsh Harbor, trying to locate a blue marlin. No, we’re fine. We’re just dandy.’