Free The Collectors Book Six: Black Gold (The Collectors Series 6) by Ron Sewell Page B

you.”
                  “I have no proof but after leaving Somali waters the Goliath could have taken any route the captain considered favourable.” He ate a few forkfuls of the fish. “They were five hundred nautical miles from landfall. The pirates boarded without being seen because they knew exactly where she was. An inside job in more ways than one. Someone on that boat opened the door.”
                  “Your dinner, sir.” The waitress placed an overflowing platter in front of Bear and a plated meal for Petros
                  “You may be right but I’m sure the whole scenario was investigated. Funny they never found any trace of the ship.”
                  “Have you seen a ship breakers’ yard? Organised chaos. At Alang, in India, six-miles of beach exist where 40,000 men tear apart half of the world’s forgotten ships. Swamp it with men and your tanker disappears.”
                  Bear cut a large chunk from his steak and shoved it in his mouth, chewed, swallowed. “It’s an interesting theory and you might be right but those who steal ships are not our problem. We’re here to stop them or at best make it difficult. And since when have you been an expert on ship breaking?”
                  “So who left the door open on Goliath?”
                  “Don’t know and don’t care. Now can I eat this superb steak without you wittering?”
                  Petros nodded. “You’re right, enjoy your meal.”
                  Bear opened his mouth and filled it with steak. Petros ate his liver.
                  With their meal finished both men enjoyed large brandies.
                  “Why can’t we do the job we’re paid for and go home?”
                  Petros shrugged. “Because someone might not let us.”
                  Bear shifted in his chair. “I’m knackered and need my beauty sleep. I’m off to bed. John’s picking us up at seven-thirty. I’ll book us an alarm call for six, can’t miss breakfast.”
                  Petros’ mobile rang. He glanced at Bear. “It’s Maria. See you in the morning.”
                  Bear stood. “Give her my love.” He waved and left.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
    Petros woke when the telephone rang with the automated alarm. Not thinking he said, “Thank you,” to the machine. Rested and ready to face the day, he tossed back the sheets. Prior to taking a shower he phoned Bear to check he was awake. His second call was to order breakfast.
                  At twenty-five past seven, Bear and Petros stood on the steps to the hotel chatting as they waited for John.
                  To the second the car stopped at the entrance. John jumped out. “Good morning, gentlemen. Stanley’s in his office with copy plans of Leviathan. A disused office has been cleared and furnished for your use.”
                  “Morning, John,” they said in unison.
                  Both men strolled to the vehicle. As was John’s duty he opened the rear door of the car, closing it once they were seated.
                  “John, do us a favour, take us straight to the ship. We don’t need an office this morning,” said Petros.
                  “Whatever you say.”
                  Fifteen minutes later both men alighted and stood at the bottom of the gangway which led to the main deck of Leviathan.
                  Petros turned to Bear. “Time to take a wander. Let’s start at the bow.”
                  Bear stared at the length of the tanker. “It’s bloody big.”
                  On Leviathan and at the end of the gangway stood a plump man in red overalls wearing a hard hat of the same colour. “Who are you and what