Chapter 21

“Maybe he wasn’t really clergy and didn’t want us in there to see whatever was going on with those coffins.”

“Should we go back and check it out?” Nick stopped and pointed behind him.

“I don’t think it’ll do any good, other than get our cover blown. I want to see what Jimmy digs up for us. Besides, the boat is leaving soon and we have to be on it.”

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Nick stretched his legs and rubbed his temples. The poker salon was noisy, smoky, and crowded. He’d spent the last few hours watching his mate bluff—and not just in poker. The bar was open and so was the kitchen. He’d escaped the boredom of pretending to be fascinated by watching Todd win some and lose some by ordering food and drinks. He now was waiting at the bar for them.

“How did you like the town?” The slave who was a waiter on the promenade slipped into the chair beside Nick.