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the powerboat's high flying-bridge, ". . . is Nige. And the girls are Vicky
and Jan. Their real names are a mile long and unpronounceable."
His eyes radiated a cool intensity, but he looked at ease with the world.
Midge was standing so close she was almost touching him.
"Where've you come from today?" Sam asked, raising the can to his lips.
"Ko Racha Yai," Squires answered. "Diving. You do any of that?" He
indicated the air bottles secured to the side of the Estelle's sundeck.
"Only snorkelling."
"That's good too . . . Fantastic fish. Water's gin clear down there. This
marina's a sewer. Only came back in because the pump in the shower
packed up. You girls need your luxuries, don't you, darlin'?" He smiled
condescendingly. "What about you? Where've you been?"
"We only picked the boat up this morning. Trying her out. Came back
in for some more provisions."
"You won't get out again tonight," Squires commented. "The tide's too
low."
"I know."
"Here for the Millennium?"
"Seemed a good way to celebrate."
"Where do you live?"
"Singapore. We work in financial services."
Squires turned his gaze on Midge. "Don't tell me you're a money-brain
too?"
"That's right. Any time you want your assets checking . . ."
Squires" chuckle was like a drain overflowing. "I think you'll find them
in good order . . ."
The sound of feet on the pontoon made them turn. It was the mechanic,
toolbox in one hand and a small cardboard spares carton in the other.
"Been waiting for you, you little bugger." Squires clapped the young
Thai on the shoulder, then swung a leg onto the Estelle. "Thanks for the
beer. I'll return the compliment later. Hop over in about an hour if you
feel like it."
"Mind if we leave the timing loose?" Sam replied. "Not sure how long
things'll take ashore."
"If you're here, you're here. If you're not we won't be offended."
"Thanks."
Sam did a final tidying of the bridge then went below. Midge had
preceded him and sat flopped on the saloon berth with her arms spread
across the back.
"That felt too easy," she whispered.
"Yes."
They looked at one another. Then Sam glanced at the bulkhead clock.
Midge nodded. "I'll get some more clothes on." She stepped down into
the cabin and started pulling things from her bag. Sam concealed the Thai
police radio handset in a drawer, then stuffed a wallet in his pocket.
By the time they stepped onto the pontoon, the clouds had cleared
completely, but the sun was well down and had lost its heat. Beneath a
thin, long-sleeved top Midge was bra-less, Sam noticed. Her tanned legs
protruded from skimpy yellow shorts, and she moved with the fluidity of a
cat.