having taken his future into his own hands. At last, he was going to be the master of his own destiny. Millions of people wanted to liberate themselves as he had done, but only a handful ever had the courage to do anything about it. He was, he realized with a rare burst of pride, more special than anyone had ever given him credit for, especially the old man.
Gunther, busy cooking breakfast in the galley, had noticed nothing amiss. His routine was, perforce, as regular as his skipper's. It had been Manfred, the engineer, who had raised the alarm. Concerned at the old man's silence, he'd dared to crack open the door to his cabin. The bed was empty, the covers so tightly tucked in that a five-mark piece would have tram polined to the ceiling off them. Anxiously, he'd made his way out on deck and begun to search. The hold was empty, awaiting that morning's load of roadstone. Manfred rolled back a corner of the tarpaulin and climbed down the ladder to check it from stem to stern, worried that the old man might have decided to make one of his periodic late-night tours of the barge and either fallen or been taken ill. But the hold was empty.
Manfred had started to have a very bad feeling. Back up on deck, he edged his way round the perimeter, staring down into the water. Up near the bows, he saw what he was afraid of. Jammed between the hull and the pilings of the wharf, the old man floated face down.
" The inference was obvious. The old man had had too much to drink and tripped over one of the hawsers that held the barge fast against the wharf. According to the postmortem, he'd banged his head on the way down, probably knocking himself unconscious in the process. Even if he'd only been stunned, the combination of alcohol and concussion had combined to make drowning a foregone conclusion. The official finding had been accidental death. Nobody doubted it for a minute.
Just as he'd planned it. He'd sweated it till the verdict was in, but it had all turned out the way he'd dreamed it. He'd been bewildered to discover what joy felt like.
It was his first taste of power, and it felt as luxurious as silk against his skin, as warming as brandy in the throat. He'd finally found a tiny flicker of strength that his grandfather's constant and brutal humiliations had failed to extinguish, and he'd fed it the kindling of fantasy, then more of the hot burning fuel of hatred and self-loathing until it flared bright enough to fire him into action. He'd finally shown the sadistic old bastard who the real man was.
He'd felt no remorse, neither in the immediate aftermath nor later, when attention had turned away from his grandfather's death to the latest gossip of the rivermen. Thinking about what he'd done filled him with a lightness he'd never known before. The craving for more of it burned fierce inside him, but he had no idea how to satisfy it.
Improbably, the answer had come at the funeral, a gratifyingly small gathering. The old man had been a bargee all his adult life, but he had never had any talent for friendship. Nobody cared enough to give up a cargo to pay their last respects at the crematorium service. The new master of the Wilhelmina Rosen recognized most of the mourners as retired deckhands and skippers who had nothing better to do with their days.
But as they filed out at the end of the impersonal service, an elderly man he'd never seen before plucked at his sleeve. 'I knew your grandfather,' he said. 'I'd like to buy you a drink.'
He didn't know what people said to get out of social obligations they didn't want. He'd so seldom been invited anywhere, he'd never had to learn. 'All right,' he'd said, and followed the man from the austere funeral suite.
'Do you have a car?' the elderly man said. 'I came in a taxi.'
He nodded, and led the way to his grandfather's old Ford. That was something he planned to change, just as soon as the lawyers gave him the go-ahead to start spending the old man's money. In the car, his passenger directed him away from the city and out into the countryside. They ended up at an inn that sat at a crossroads. The elderly man bought a couple of beers and pointed him to the