Stan knew he needed to respond. He’d avoided attention the last 29 hours, and if he could maintain the deceit through the remaining ninety minutes on this ferry, he’d be free. “First time I’ve taken this tour,” he said. “Yeah, the view’s impressive.”
“Harold Misner.” Harold extended his hand, which Stan shook. “From Peoria, family holiday. What brings you here?”
Warrants in three countries. “Stan, from Albany.” He’d visited his brother there several times.
A woman called to Harold, who excused himself. Stan looked out over the waters, wondering how best to deal with this new travelling companion.
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