Shaitan sat beside the quay, her masts bare of any sails and hawsers securing her fore and aft. The single crewman on deck looked up as Watters, Scuddamore and Duff leapt on board.
Shaitan“What the devil do you think you"re doing?”
“Searching your vessel,” Watters said. “Stand aside, please. I am Sergeant George Watters of the Dundee Police.”
When the seaman tried to block them, Duff lifted him out of the way. “We"re the police,” Duff said gently. “We have permission to search your ship.”
“Captain!” the seaman roared. “We"re being boarded!”
Watters waited on deck, expecting bluster from the master of Shaitan. He did not expect the man who emerged from below decks to be softly smiling.
Shaitan.There was nothing remarkable about Captain Matheson except for the white top hat he balanced
