Mancuso was in sonar a second later. “Still doing the turn to port, Cap’n. He’s astern of us ’cause of the turn we made,” Jones observed as neutrally as he could. It was close to an accusation, Mancuso noticed. “Flushing the game, Jonesy,” Mancuso said coolly. You’re the boss, Jones thought, smart enough not to say anything else. The captain looked as though he was going to snap somebody’s head off, and Jones had just used up a month’s worth of tolerance. He switched his phones to the towed-array plug. “Engine noises diminishing, sir. He’s slowing down.” Jones paused. He had to report the next
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