THIRTY-FIVE
Tia May sat in her room while the Stewarts took down her account of what happened in the restaurant in Vigo. It had been a long day and all she wanted to do was shower and crash into bed. Their questions began to wear at her, she had no idea who had shot at them or why. They sat facing the cabin door on chairs they had found around the suite, notebooks and bottles of water lay on a large coffee table just before them. The debrief felt as if it had gone on for hours and Tia was getting bored and tired of answering the same questions. She looked at the door for a brief moment, half expecting Steel to walk in with that boyish smile on his face, she didn’t even know if he was alive. The last she had seen of him was when he bundled her into a taxi, which had brought her away to sa
