Chapter Thirty-Eight
Montfort’s eyes were hooded and he didn’t return Cariad’s look as he was escorted toward her in the bunker. She saw that Mariko and Arden had finally found a justified use for their handcuffs.
Osias had given the order to construct a small cell within the shelter to hold the doctor. The man’s guilt hadn’t been clearly established but Osias had wanted to confine him until after the crisis of the arrival of the alien ship had passed.
But judging from the way that Montfort wouldn’t meet Cariad’s gaze, he was guilty as hell. She could hardly believe that this sullen, angry man and the doctor she’d worked with in reviving the cryonically suspended colonists, and who had helped her recover from her broken arm after the stadium bombing, were one and the same person.
Caria
