“Those are the extras you buy once you’re on board.” Bell lifted his pencil from the page.

“That’s four passengers.”

“Four of them.”

A cruise line luggage tag still dangled from the drawer pull by the sink, looped through the punched hole in the paper, with four names printed in four little boxes.

I read them aloud.

Nolan, Nolan, Nolan, Nolan.

Bell came around the counter and flipped the tag over, read the back, then checked the dates.

“The sixteenth through the twenty-fourth,” he said.