Chapter Eleven
Swaged
Casco walked into the marine supply store called “Ye Old Ship Chandler” and went straight to the counter where a pretty blond with close sculptured hair was standing at the cash drawer with her back to him. He wondered if her front was as interesting as her back. The body was slim, but with nice hips and a butt that was tightly fitted into worn out, cut-off blue jeans. The top, (as much as he could see), was wrapped in a torn T shirt that clung to her torso.
“How can I help you?” She said in French, still working on the drawer that would not close on the register.
“I need some copper and brass swages,” Casco said, looking around the crowded store that was more of a labyrinth of shelves stuffed with hardware and electronics. “Can you point me in the right direction
