'I said it's a pity,' repeated Gergiev, in English. 'It give me a pain right here. In my wallet. All that cocaine.'
When Dave answered, his eyes were not on the yacht sinking into the sea with the cocaine and the three dead bodies, but on the one already cruising slowly away. The one with the real fortune aboard.
'You'll get over it,' said Dave, and waved to Kate.
She did not wave back.
'Given enough time, you can get over anything.'
THE END