Chapter Four
Having no choice in the matter, the girls were forced to wait in place, while from above them they heard the motor of the small boat slow to an idle, and then abruptly quit. The silence lasted for no more than five minutes, after which there was the sound of male voices in the hallway: Sego’s and occasionally Yasir’s -- defensive and plaintive; and a third voice, a low rumbling voice that was accusatory and questioning.
The doors opened and Sego and Yasir walked in, flanking a neatly-bearded man, tall and fit; an older man, with cold blue eyes and flecks of gray in his brushed-back, thinning hair. The dark turtleneck he wore with his blue blazer gave him a vaguely nautical look, and he held himself with sense of command. There was no doubt: here was the Captain of “The B
