CHAPTER 17Sam Mboto kept the record.
Lille Finch, who had been afraid of men and who had ended a broken heap of flesh and bone. A girl who had barely tasted life and who had suffered too much, she could finally rest in peace.
Joe Manfield, who had loved women and had enjoyed life, had ended a charred ruin, his once handsome features a mask of blackened skin, his eyes pits of dark emptiness. He too could rest in peace.
Arnold Valdemar, who had worked like a maniac to maintain the seal on a bulkhead, had been hurt when a plate had torn free to slice his suit and rip his stomach. His pleas for help had not been answered, for the air loss was too great and the compartment he was in had been sealed, leaving him to die alone. At least he had made his sacrifice.
As had Lucy Bland.
As had Ton
