“Where the Hell is that damned vessel?” “I don’t know, Nicolai. In Canadian waters somewhere, due to be at the rendezvous point today or tomorrow as far as I know. Why? Hasn’t he been reporting in?” “We haven’t heard from him for three days or more. No word. Nothing. What’s the matter with that German you hired for Captain? Is he competent?” “Very competent. Something must have happened to his radio system.” “As long as nothing happened to the boat. He’s got a two hundred and fifty million worth of cargo on there. Georgio lost two hundred and fifty million on the last trip. How much can I afford to lose? And there’s another thing.” “What’s that?” “How come you didn’t know that Georgio was ripping us off by selling one container on each trip to some creep named Gonzalez operating out of New Brunswick with fake fishing boats from Nova Scotia? How come you didn’t know that? Do I have to find out everything for you? That’s your job. Or are you working with Gonzalez too and getting paid from both of us?”
