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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.

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

Garrison turned his head to stare directly at the other, his lenses silver now in the twilight on the sea. 'Yes, I think so,' he finally said. 'Tonight...'

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?'

When the captain went back to his duties and they were alone again, Garrison asked Koenig to sit beside him and said, 'Willy, there's something I still have to tell you.'

'You're a remarkable and valuable man, Willy Koenig,' said Garrison slowly. 'And you're right - there was violence in my dream.'

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

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

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'

'She holiday town,' Marcello rumbled. 'Little place. Not good for rich man. Savona better.'

Lovi berthed La Ligurienne at the end of a jutting concrete quay, and with Garrison's permission he and the four members of his crew went ashore. Left to their own devices, Garrison and Koenig prepared for the night's business and half an hour later, clad in open-necked, lightweight evening suits, made their way from the motor-yacht to the seafront.

'About your dream?' The other looked at him sideways. 'I thought there might be.'

'Tonight, do you mean?'

'I'll decide that,' Garrison answered, his patience wearing thin. 'Now please, what's the name of the place?'

'She holiday town,' Marcello rumbled. 'Little place. Not good for rich man. Savona better.'

'I'll decide that,' Garrison answered, his patience wearing thin. 'Now please, what's the name of the place?'

'Tonight, do you mean?'

When the captain went back to his duties and they were alone again, Garrison asked Koenig to sit beside him and said, 'Willy, there's something I still have to tell you.'

'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?'

'Yes,' Koenig nodded, 'Arenzano. And the time?'

'Yes,' Koenig nodded, 'Arenzano. And the time?'

For once Garrison was astonished. 'Now how in hell... ?'

'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?'

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

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

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