Reggie leaned across the weathered dock manager's cluttered desk. "Look, we need to find out everything you know about a passenger who came through here few months ago"
The grizzled old sailor squinted at Reggie suspiciously. "I get a lotta faces passing through here daily, pal. You'll have to be more specific than that."
"His name's Blake," Gunther cut in impatiently. "Nice looking guy, dark hair, probably seemed a bit...weird, and lost maybe."
While Reggie and his brothers were still having a conversation with the manager, a young sailor quickly walke over the counter and excused the manager to report that Jordan is still not back from his last trip.
***
Before the brothers could inquire further, the door to the office burst open and a frantic young sailor burst inside, eyes wild.
"Pablo? The hell's gotten into you, boy?" the manager barked.
