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Apgar found Peter where he alas: at his desk, wading through apresence, and Peter felt coar took the chair across froed you You shouldn’t have let him off the hook so easily"

"What can I say? I’ot a proble, too?"

"Probably not theA lot of tankers h there in the last few days, but none of it is showing up here"

Peter raised his head

"You heardon schedule, blah blah blah Then, as of this , not a peep, and we can’t raise theot ar continued, "but I think I knoe’ll find You’ve got to hand it to the guy for balls, anyway"

"What the hell would Dunk need our oil for?"

"My bet is, he doesn’t It’s a play He wants so to be sas on hand for ten days, a few more if we ration Even if we can secure the refinery, no e can get enough slick back into the syste In less than teeks, this city goes dark"

Dunk had thely, that it was sort of brilliant But one piece didn’t fit

"So he sends us a truck full of guns and ammo, then hijacks all our oil? It seeuns came from somebody else"

"That was bunker aar shifted in his chair "Well, here’s another piece to consider First you’ve got Cousin’s Place going up in s around that one of Dunk’s wo happened out there A lot of shooting"

"A power play by one of his guys, you ossip And I don’t see how it fits, but it’s soar aluns and the oil were connected, but how? It didn’t feel like Dunk; holding a city hostage was out of his league, and the Arh weaponry to take the isthhter on both sides--the causeas a kill box--but once the dust settled, Dunk Withers would find hi dead in a ditch with fifty holes in hiht, the oil wasn’t just a play Suppose it was actually for so

"What do we know about this boat of his?" he asked

Apgar frowned "Not a lot Nobody fro in years"