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That boat can outrun us and outgun us. The best thing you can do is go below, climb into bed and stay there. ' She shook her head. 'I won't let them arrest me,' she said. 'They'd hand me over to the police and-' 'No one's going to arrest you,' I said, touching her cheek in an effort to reassure her. 'My guess is that they're just going to look us over. ' I throttled back and put the gear shift in neutral. When I came out of the wheelhouse the blinding searchlight was in my face. I felt like a giant gorilla on a skyscraper with the patrol boat circling me at a distance.
But a lifetime on and by the sea had turned the part of his face that wasn't covered by a salt-and-pepper beard to the colour and texture of an old baseball mitt. He belonged in a hammock on some pirate ship bound for Hispaniola, with a hornpipe in one hand and a bottle of rum in the other. ' I nodded back at him. ' He fetched a half-smoked cigar from the breast pocket of his grubby shirt and plugged it into a space between beard and moustache and spent the next few minutes while we talked patting himself down for a light.
And I won't be getting any visitors. ' 'Family? ' 'Then it's lucky for you we gave you a view of the city. ' I went to the window and looked across the bay. Behind me the door banged loudly shut like a cannon going off. I let out a sigh. New York was huge, so huge it made me feel small; so small it would have required a large microscope just to see me. CHAPTER FOUR: NEW YORK, 1954 Castle William was a military barracks until 1865, when it became a detention facility for Confederate POWs, which, to me, made it seem like a home from home.