Ghost Chapters 28 and 29

Chapter 28

"I hope they kept my damned cigarette boat," Mike said.

"Your cigarette boat?" Pierson said, grinning. "You were practically dead when they got to it. I think that counts as salvage. Surely it's the FAST's boat."

"I wasn't all dead," Mike replied. "Salvage only counts if you're all dead. And you'd better not have lost it. I captured it fair and square."

"We kept the cigarette boat," Pierson said, relenting. "I take it you want to keep it?"

"Yep," Mike said. "Gonna paint it silver and black. Call it the Too Late."

Okay, we're stopping off well here with the badassery. But it usually turns out that just when I'm starting to kinda sorta enjoy Ghost, then BAM. Ringo pulls the rug out from under me.

And it turns out that Pam and Courtney got scared of all the terrorist stuff and decided to go home, THANK GOD. Maybe this chapter won't make me want to gouge out my eyes.

Mike slid the Maker's Mark around in a puddle of condensation as he waited for his table.
I think I read Maker's Mark as something like "Marker's Mike" and I thought it was some kind of gun that Mike named after himself.

SHIT. See what I mean about Ringo pulling the rug out from under me? PAM AND COURTNEY RANDOMLY SHOW UP IN THE SAME BAR THAT MIKE IS CURRENTLY IN. Wow. My happiness lasted like, three minutes. So thanks for that, Ringo.

Book Three
On The Dark Side

Chapter 29

"Come 'ere, lovely," Mike said, pulling a blonde into his lap as she walked past. The girl—she was probably no more than sixteen but nobody cared in a place like this—was wearing a thong and a garter stuffed with bills. She had very nice tits, large with small pink nipples and fricking gorgeous blue eyes, true cornflower blue, with that sexy Tartar lift that so many of the Russian girls sported. Great cheekbones. Gorgeous tits.
OH JOHN RINGO NO. I can take BDSM (maybe "take" isn't the best word. More like "tolerate". No, not right either. Like I said, normal words don't apply to Ghost.) But when it comes to jailbait and statutory rape, I draw the line.

"You gonna show me a good time?" he asked, sliding a five euro note into the garter
Are you serious, Mike? Five Euros? That's $7.50. Cheapskate.

So Mike is randomly running around Europe to where the best hookers are. He's in a strip club and then some chick randomly comes up to him and asks if he wants to buy a nuclear weapon. Do people actually do that?

Well, very brief Pam and Courtney in today's chapters, so that's good. But now we're moving into morally questionably jailbait territory, which is worse.