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“Nope”

“Still game?”

“I’ the second ID, aren’t I?”

“Good man”

Mark fed the two cards into an electronic device attached to a laptop conetic strips Ten minutes later, he and Linda stood at the bottoplank Nearby, a forklift was loading pallets onto the ship through a large hatch while gulls wheeled and squawked above the vessel like warplanes in a dogfight

“Is everything all right, Mr Dudley?” the assistant purser plank asked when they said they wanted to return to their cabin

“Just e football, and it flares up every once in a while”

“As you knoe have a doctor aboard who can look at it for you” The purser swiped the two cards through an electronic monitor “That’s odd”

“Problem?”

“No, well, yes When I swiped your cards, my computer crashed”

As part of any ht up a file on the computer that had a picture of the bearer as well as information about his or her itinerary Mark had recoded the stolen cards so that nothing would show on the screen The purser would either have to trust that the two people standing before him ho they said they were or delay them while so so iers over a silitch

The purser ran his own eh the scanner, and when his picture popped up on his screen he handed the two IDs back to Murph “Your cards don’t work any the purser’s office and they will arrange replacements”

“Will do Thanks” Mark took the IDs and shoved them in his pocket Ar up a limp

“College football?” she questioned when they were out of earshot

Mark patted his less-than-taut belly “So I’ve let o to seed”