Chapter 6
On the eve of their departure, Quinn crisscrossed the 551 ft cruise liner Reina del Pacifico looking for Lars Hammer, a Swedish adventurer they had met on the Liverpool docks. She hadn’t been searching long when she found him in the American bar in first class. He was sitting on one of the red leather barstools at the long dark wooden bar talking vigorously with the bartender while cradling a glass of bourbon. It was still early and the bar was practically empty except for a well-dressed man reading a newspaper sitting on the last barstool next to the bow-side entrance; Quinn had entered at the stern-side. By the way Lars was tilting forward on the bar for support and the intensity of his voice, Quinn could tell he’d already been here for a while and this was not his first drink
