16 Fear gripped Allie, but she fumbled in her pants pocket and yanked out the wallet. “D-don’t talk to me like that,” she scolded him as she opened the pocketbook and shoved the badge in the man’s face. The man’s amusement dropped off like a rock over the side of a cliff as he read the few lines. He shoved her hand out of the way and sneered at her. “What the hell’s a pretty wench like you doing down here? Come to ‘entertain’ some of the idiots who don’t know any better?” “I-um, I’m investigating… stuff,” Allie stuttered as she looked over her shoulder. Drifter was nowhere to be seen. The man scoffed. “Sticking your nose where it don’t belong? Typical.” Allie swallowed the lump in her throat and returned her attention to the sailor. “I-I was just-um, just wondering if maybe yo