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“The Coast Guard is dodging me. Your superiors won’t let me interview you or your crew.”
“I wondered about that,” the captain nodded. “That’s why they’ve kept us out here. Cook’s down to baked beans and water, and we’re running low on fuel.”
“As soon as you answer my questions,” said Bell, “I’ll stop bothering them and they’ll let you return to harbor.”
“I have nothing to hide.”
“What struck you most about the black boat?”
“Speed. I’ve never seen such a fast boat.”
Exactly what Joseph Van Dorn had told him. “What next?”
“Tactics,” said the captain. “They used their speed to great effect. They took advantage of my vessel’s shortcomings, maneuvering behind us so we couldn’t bring the Poole gun to bear.”
Bell said, “Mr. Van Dorn told me he thought he was back in Panama with the Marines.”
“I thought I was back in the war,” said the captain.
“Lead flying will do it,” said the petty officer.
“That, too, but what I’m saying is they conducted their attack like a naval engagement. Isn’t that so, Chief?”
“Aye, sir. The rumrunners handled themselves like vets.”
“They weren’t common criminals.”
Again, thought Bell, precisely what Van Dorn had said.
At that moment, with the cutter’s deck rolling under his feet, Isaac Bell voiced in his mind what he had been mulling ever since he chased the killer who murdered Johann Kozlov: If they weren’t common criminals, if they weren’t run-of-the-mill whisky haulers, what were they doing bootlegging?
“That’s all I know,” said the captain. “Chief, put him back on his boat.”
“One more thing,” said Bell. “Who pulled Mr. Van Dorn out of the water?”
The captain and the petty officer exchanged uncomfortable glances.
The captain spoke. “Seaman Third Class Asa Somers.”
“I’d like to shake his hand.”
The chief looked out at the water. The captain said, “Somers was discharged.”
“What for? He’s a hero.”
“His discharge order came straight from headquarters. Someone complained about the wild-goose chases we got sent on—said someone was tipping them off. The brass decided the complainer, or the tipster, was Somers. He was the last to join the ship. They took him off on a launch.”
“Was he the complainer?”
“I don’t know, but he’s a decent kid.”
“Smart as a whip,” said the chief.
“Where can I find him?”
• • •
“LONG LIVE SOVIET GERMANY!”
