They were roughly equidistant. Everything about Zug seemed normalI still wasnt completely convinced and kept the gun close to my handbut if it was normal I had hit a piece of luck. What happened? the blur asked. The girl in the picture was Angelina herself. There was no need for notes on thisthose figures were scratched inside my forehead in letters of fire. Dont play the innocent to the very end, she said, as she reached carefully behind her and drew a small heavy bag from under the bed. What are you getting at? he mumbled as he ran his eyes over the blueprints. Old boat but a good boat.