I stood, waited for a moment, then walked calmly to the ship’s port side, sensitive to reverse thrust of engines, or security alarms, comforted by the knowledge that a black ops helicopter was shadowing us in case I, too, had to vanish into the safety of midnight water.
Nothing.
I straightened my white tuxedo jacket, looked at my watch-12:33 A.M.-then headed downstairs toward the champagne bar to meet my much-trusted cabinmate for a drink. Ransom Gatrell, an island woman who was gorgeous in gold, said that she’d be expecting me…