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A huge bearded man came out from the cabin, spoke briefly to Lovi, turned to Garrison and nodded in a friendly fashion. His hairy face split in a smile.

'My dream, no,' Garrison replied thoughtfully. 'It's a feeling from inside that tells me that. The place is... there,' he pointed uncertainly towards the shore lights. 'Is that the right direction?'

'How much violence?'

'Again, I'm not sure,' said Garrison, the frown back on his face. 'But I don't think I should want you to use it... fully.'

'My stick, yes,' the other quietly answered. 'And did I use it, in your dream?'

'-We also find trouble,' Koenig finished it for him. 'She's in danger, eh?'

Marcello scratched his chin, shrugged, said, 'Oh, she called Arenzano.'

Koenig nodded. 'Then we must hope that the violence was not - will not be - too excessive. But did your dream tell you nothing of the timing of this ... trouble? Like where or when it will take place for instance?'

'How much violence?'

'Good,' said Garrison. 'What's the town called?'

Lovi shrugged. 'I have never put in there. A tourist trap, I think. A holiday place. But Marcello will know. He was born in these parts.' He put a hand to his mouth and bellowed, 'Hey, Marcello'

'My dream, no,' Garrison replied thoughtfully. 'It's a feeling from inside that tells me that. The place is... there,' he pointed uncertainly towards the shore lights. 'Is that the right direction?'

Marcello scratched his chin, shrugged, said, 'Oh, she called Arenzano.'

Garrison felt his blood cool in a moment, forcing an involuntary shiver down his spine. Koenig, too. They looked at each other, unsmiling. Finally Garrison turned his lenses on the captain. 'This is it, Francesco,' he said. 'This is the place. Tonight we put into Arenzano.'

'My stick, yes,' the other quietly answered. 'And did I use it, in your dream?'

Garrison shrugged, the gesture uncomfortable, his shoulders hardly moving at all. 'Oh, soon.'

Koenig nodded. 'Then we must hope that the violence was not - will not be - too excessive. But did your dream tell you nothing of the timing of this ... trouble? Like where or when it will take place for instance?'

'My dream, no,' Garrison replied thoughtfully. 'It's a feeling from inside that tells me that. The place is... there,' he pointed uncertainly towards the shore lights. 'Is that the right direction?'

'Tonight, do you mean?'

'Good,' said Garrison. 'What's the town called?'

'Tonight, do you mean?'

Garrison felt his blood cool in a moment, forcing an involuntary shiver down his spine. Koenig, too. They looked at each other, unsmiling. Finally Garrison turned his lenses on the captain. 'This is it, Francesco,' he said. 'This is the place. Tonight we put into Arenzano.'

Koenig nodded. 'Then we must hope that the violence was not - will not be - too excessive. But did your dream tell you nothing of the timing of this ... trouble? Like where or when it will take place for instance?'

Lovi shrugged. 'I have never put in there. A tourist trap, I think. A holiday place. But Marcello will know. He was born in these parts.' He put a hand to his mouth and bellowed, 'Hey, Marcello'

'When we find Terri,' Garrison began, 'it may well be that-'

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