Chapter Thirty-five
Nurse Nancy opened the door to Mark DeVillier’s stateroom and ushered Susan inside. They were followed by the two deckhands. The floor was unsteady as the yacht Excelsior plowed through the residual turmoil left from the storm and Susan, who hadn’t gained her sea legs, moved drunkenly toward the coffee table.
She had spent the night with Nancy and was still dressed in the matching white shirt and cotton caprise pants. Nurse Nancy had a dubious history with young girls and Mark had to wonder what nasty little tricks Susan had been forced to perform during the night. He looked up from his chair. “Ah-h Susan, is Nancy looking after you?”
Susan stifled a small distressed whimper.
“And your breast... Pain? Swelling?”
Susan was flanked by the two deckhands who were givin
