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Suddenly Katie said, "Cat, let's don't go in here. I've got a bad
feeling about this place."

Cat didn't speak for a moment. Katie had had bad feelings about things
before, and she was usually right.

"Oh, hell, Katie," he said, finally.

"We're half an hour away from getting the alternator fixed. Showers for
everybody!" Katie said nothing.

Glancing frequently at the chart. Cat held his course for the harbor
entrance. Cat had expected a marina of some sort, however primitive, but
he was disappointed. There was an area to his left that berthed half a
dozen modern ships, loading and unloading; there was a mixture of
smaller craft around the harbor--a small coaster or two, some fishing
boats, and the odd sport fisherman--and tied next to a concrete wharf
were four or five sailboats, ranging from roughly twenty-five to fifty
feet in length.

With Jinx and Katie standing by with lines at bow and stern, their
regular drill. Cat eased the yacht into a vacant spot at the wharf. Jinx
had changed into a bikini, and he could almost hear the eyeballs click
on the boats around them and on the quay as she hopped ashore and
secured her line.

Cat slipped the binoculars from around his neck, deposited them on a
cockpit seat, and stepped onto the deck.

"Get some clothes on, kid," he said as he brushed past Jinx.

"We're in a strange place; there might be some strange people." She
rolled her eyes, sighed, and jumped back aboard. Cat climbed a rusty
steel ladder and came onto an area containing some buildings that
appeared to be warehouses. Nothing like any small-boat repair facility.

A couple of hundred yards away, traffic bustled through downtown Santa
Marta, an orderly collection of white stucco buildings dotted with palms
and other tropical vegetation.

He could see the spires of a small cathedral over the red-tiled roofs.

He turned to see a soldier approaching, bearing an old American
.30-caliber carbine, the sort he himself had carried as a Marine
officer.

"Hasta la vista," Cat said to the soldier, exhausting his Spanish.

The soldier asked something in Spanish.