Chapter Sixty-eight
The pitiful cries were hammering at Mickey’s nerve endings and turning them bloody raw. She jammed fingers into her ears.
Babbs’ steadying grip was on a shoulder. “Someone’s being tortured.”
Mickey turned tearful eyes up. “Tortured? But why?”
“Listen a moment.”
It was a woman, and finally her turbulent cries were reduced to violent sobs. “No more– no more…”Mickey heard the woman pleading. “Kill me if you must, but no more…”
“It’s coming from the master stateroom, forward,”Babbs confirmed.
“Mark DeVillier? He’s torturing a woman?”
“Can we move closer?”
Mickey ran a sweaty palm down her face. “Move closer? God. I’m not sure I can even stand up.”
“C’mon. Let’s try.”
They gathered themselves and first checked the passageway for movement. After the gut-wrenching c
