Bickford was feeling the longing in his loins . He needed move soon . She was sweeping towards the end of the ques on the dock . Soon her back would no longer be turned to him .
There it was a double flash across the waves . He waited and it came again just as planned , just in time . He eased the flashlight into the knot and flashed back twice and waited his time. Again he flashed and quickly withdrew his light and peered down towards her.
The lines had begun to empty and there wasnt much time before she turned . He grabbed his duffle and slipped out the door ever so glad to be in open space again . The dark musky outhouse had taken the toll on his leg muscles and could feel the pins of blood rushing to fill the veins of his legs.
He could feel the excitement of some new recipe of the case coming to him .Like a thermos he contained his thoughts to mature . He knew the dangers of thinking to far ahead when in precarious stages of escape. He sidled into the old leather seat of the bike and slowly began to pedal down the slopes away from the dock .
He knew the boat would be soon ashore from the dark hull out in the distance which had surfaced . It couldnt be seen over distance from the dock it slowly coming in and out of the mist . Captain Collins would be waiting for him. A class on his own his vessel driven by large diesels and batteries would be cramped and uncomfortable.
The stench of the pressure hull would be og no comfort to him . A long journey awaited him . Would the information he gathered help? Could his partner use it ?
Bickfords legs pumped slowy not to draw attention to his urgency to be away from her . The double agent . Something new would come into his life . Like a third competitor to his thoughts and pleasure (Aldi )
