CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

“Dust-off”

“Perhaps you’d like to see a bit of the ship?” I presumed on the Captain, to change the subject.

I needed time in spades. Time with Maxwell. Time with the radio on board the Coast Guard helicopter. Time to get myself together. The Captain held up his glass, and then drained it. He smacked it down on the table, causing Maxwell to jerk back a little.