"Are you getting this?"
Or so Liam Peterson might have heard. He wasn't one to spend a mind-numbing shift rearranging cargo in silence—nor to endure the endless droning "news" adrift in the short passageway from Andy's compact bridge.
And yet, there was something compelling about that maybe-heard question. He removed an ear bud. As the tinkly piano notes of a Scott Joplin rag continued pouring into one ear, portentous(?) chatter, the voice(s?) indistinct, murmured into the other. With just two people aboard, the lone explanation for what Liam might have . . .
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