AC-193 Stud Cruise
Stud Cruise
Adonis Classics
AC-193
Mark Hoffman
$2.95
Excerpt
“Skipper, let me see this in a better light.”
We went below. I lit a lantern and we gathered around the tiny galley table. Brett seriously studied the snapshot. Kim lit a cigarette and puffed.
Brett’s hazel eyes met my gaze. “It’s the same guy, Peter. It has to be. See here? The scar on the left knee? This dude had that. And, well, everything’s just the same. I know it can’t be, but it is. Kim what do you think?”
Kim exhaled smoke. “It’s him.”
I felt a fit of trembling about to overwhelm me and fought for control. I tried to find some trace of reason in my whirling mind. Johnny alive! Johnny alive!
“The Stonewall blew up!” I screamed. “There were no traces!”
“Peter!” Kim spoke sharply, his voice like a slap in the face. “We didn’t say we saw Johnny Browne. We said the guy we met looks like him!”
“Down to a scar on a knee!” I felt hysteria creep into my voice, and fought to control my reeling senses. I got to my feet and started dressing hurriedly. “What was the bar?”
“The Down Under,” Brett said, “but…”
“No ‘buts’,” I answered, my voice calm. “I have to see this with my own eyes.” I headed topside, pulling a tank top over my head. I could hear my mates following me.
“Peter, don’t you think…”
“Brett,” I snapped, “I’m perfectly sane. Stoned, yes—but sane. The coincidence is too much not to be investigated. What did he call himself?”
“Tom,” Kim answered. “Tom Stonewall.
We all looked at each other as the last name registered. I nodded and stepped into the dinghy. Kim cast off. They stood side by side at the rail as I rowed toward Duval Street and whatever ghost awaited me.
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