Donovan leaned his shoulder against the frame of the window in Alpha Johnson wolf's Bristol office. The offices of wolf Enterprises resided in a thirty-three-story building on the quay along the river. Sugar refineries and brass, glass, and soap factories were wedged shoulder to shoulder with the shipyards and warehouses, all crowding the harbour, story buildings rising fifteen and seventeen stories from the edge of the grey water. dave stared at the masts of square riggers rising like grey ghosts above the river, trying to concentrate

on the conversation going on behind him, and on the three men who were gathered in this office to discuss shipping

"If we don't...