Tomlinson, Jeth, Dieter, and his secretary were below. It was late, nearly midnight, so they had probably drifted off to the fore or aft staterooms to bed. Or maybe they were still in the air-conditioned salon playing liars poker on the octagonal, teak dining room table. Or watching a video in the teak entertainment center. Wherever they were, whatever they were doing, they were comfortable. Dieters forty-six-foot Grand Banks Classic was a model of useful luxury. Everything was inlaid, beautifully fitted, and multifunctional. The floors were teak parquet, the salon was surrounded by glass with the sides curtained, and there was a sea view forward. The U-shaped galley was on the port side, the steering station with instrument and circuit breaker panels on the starboard side next to the hinged deckhouse door. The staterooms were plush, the heads and shower stalls massive. The interior smelled of fine wood, lacquer, brass, and electronic circuitry. A very nice combination, indeed, if you are a yachting type.
