Tonight it was two hot dogs and some baked beans that had been sitting in a big, uncovered pot on the stove since yesterday afternoon, undoubtedly attracting all kinds of attention from bacteria. Even in the frigid air on the Bering Sea, those nasty creatures survived. So he’d zapped his helping of beans and the two hot dogs in the microwave that was on the dishwasher beside the stove. The ship would make Akutan in a few hours to unload a second excellent haul of kings—not quite as big as the first, but enough to make him another fifty grand. And he was using these last few minutes of downtime to put some much-needed energy into his system. He’d eaten nothing for thirty-six hours because they’d been hauling traps back on board almost nonstop, so right now any food at all looked good to him. Even things he wouldn’t touch on land with someone else’s ten-foot pole. “Hey, little brother.” Speed Trap glanced up as he stuck the last bite of the first delicious mustard-covered hot dog into his mouth.
