“Excuse me. I’ll submit your name to the Vatican for sainthood.”
“Aren’t you going to ask me why? There’s a good reason.”
Now I understand why Eva kept looking at the ceiling during their conversation, silently begging God for help. Another few minutes talking with this fucker and I’ll stick my head in the oven. “I have a feeling you’re gonna tell me whether I wanna know or not.”
“She was new. It was her first voyage on the Silver Shadow.”
That’s all he says, but I know the underlying message. The female crew member he left alive had no part in the ugly business of Mr. and Mrs. Bergé. How he ascertained her innocence, I’ll never know, but it’s obvious he wants to impress upon me that he’s got some sort of scruples, warped though they may be.
Except for one thing.
“So it had nothing a
