hand away. She stood up, mainly to go and fetch something to staunch his bleeding rather than to find the cat.
David held his hand against the cut and watched Kathy hurry along the jetty towards Sea Scout. As she disappeared inside he sagged against a pole. He was drained. He needed to lie down, but instead he waited for Kathy to reappear.
She did, after several calls to Stowaway, eventually emerging with the kitten bundled in David’s jacket and tucked under one arm. She held his T-shirt in the other.
“She’s fine,” Kathy told him as she pushed the shirt against his chest. “Hold this there.”
Baumann and Bernard King returned, Bernard’s face flushed from the jog.
Baumann shook his head. “They’ve gone.”
David was actually relieved. He managed to get to his feet, with Baumann helping.
“Do you want us to call the police, Mr Roth?” Bernard asked.
“No,” David said. He was in enough trouble with the police already.
“What about an ambulance?” Bernard said, looking at the already bloodstained shirt.
“It’s shallow,” he told them. “I’ll be fine.”
“Were those the two that delivered the boat? I didn’t get a good look at them. What the hell were they after?” the commodore asked him as he straightened.
“I don’t know,” David said. It was true. He didn’t know if they had been the men who had delivered the boat or the men who had murdered Peter Calder. He didn’t even know what they had been after.
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