buinessman

Where are you going, Albert?__lbert said nothing. How rare, Quinn thought: Albert speechless.__ot really your concern, Quinn,_ Albert said finally.__ou__e running out.__lbert sighed. To his three companions he said, __o ahead and get in the boat. The Boston Whaler. Yes, that one._ Turning back to Quinn he said, __t__ been good doing business with you. If you want, you can come with us. We have room for one more. You__e a good guy.___nd my crews?___imited resources, Quinn.__uinn laughed a little. __ou__e a piece of work, aren__ you, Albert?__lbert didn__ seem bothered. ____ a businessman. It__ about making a profit and surviving. It so happens that I__e kept everyone alive for months. So I guess I__ sorry if you don__ like me, Quinn, but what__ coming next isn__ about business. What__ coming next is craziness. We__e going back to the days of starvation. But in the dark this time. Craziness. Madness.__is eyes glinted when he said that last word. Quinn saw the fear there. Madness. Yes, that would terrify the eternally rational businessman.__ll that happens if I stay,_ Albert continued, __s that someone decides to kill me. I__e already come too close to being dead once.___lbert, you__e a leader. You__e an organizer. We__e going to need that.__lbert waved an impatient hand and glanced over to see that the Boston Whaler was ready. __aine__ a leader. Sam__ a leader. Me?_ Albert considered it for a second and shook the idea off. __o. I__ important, but I__ not a leader. Tell you what, though, Quinn: in my absence you speak for me. If that helps, good for you.__lbert climbed down into the Boston Whaler. Pug started the engine and Leslie-Ann cast off the ropes. Some of the last gasoline in Perdido Beach sent the boat chugging out of the marina.__ey, Quinn!_ Albert shouted back. __on__ come to the island without showing a white flag. I don__ want to blow you up!