The Escalade headed through the docks away from the port. It had been an uneventful voyage and Marsha had passed the time amusing the passengers by doing palm and Tarot card readings in the bars around the ship. They had no idea she was soaking up their credit card and bank account details as she smiled and dealt their cards along with snippets of imaginary futures full of tall dark strangers and knights in shining armour. By the time they disembarked at Zebbruge her account held over a million dollars. The authorities had frozen Roman’s accounts along with her business accounts and she’d barely made the port in time for her departure along with his precious dogs.