Chapter 6
Little White Lies
SONIA VREEDON stood near the rail, aft, and looked toward the Jersey shore. I whistled a little as I approached. There was no one else aft, and it was pretty dark. Only a few stars showed through breaks in the clouds. At intervals thunder rumbled distantly.
Sonia heard me whistle and turned. She leaned against the rail with her arms spread along it. I had a funny feeling inside of me when I looked at her.
I said: “Has Risdon talked with you yet?”
She shook her head. Her gray eyes were on mine; her complexion was smooth and perfect. She was breathing a little quickly.
“Has he talked to you?” she asked.
I said that he hadn’t. She said that she thought Don Rayne was inside the captain’s quarters now, and that the detective seemed to be talking with the yacht
