And he was rocking gently, flat on his back.There was the girl again. Sitting, hands folded, her slim figure haloed by the pale light of early morning which was coming in at the round bobbing window.The source of the music wasn’t in the cabin. It was outside somewhere.The blonde girl was smiling, tentatively, down at him.He rocked back with his elbows, pushing himself into a nearly sitting position on the wall bunk. “We’re not,” he said, his voice dry and strange, “at the inn.”The girl nodded. She was very pretty, he noticed. Something he hadn’t been fully aware of when he’d first seen her at the Belles Lettres last . . . had it been last night?“I’ve been unconscious for awhile,” he said.“Yes.”“How long, do you know?”“About ten hours.”“He used a stungun on me, then, nothing deadly.”“They were instructed not to kill anyone, I believe.”Tad sat up suddenly straighter. “Hey, do they have us?”“No.” She smiled again, very cautiously. “We’re aboard a riverboat.”“Electro got us out of there?”“Your companion, yes.
