“No, you didn’t. He needed me. He wanted me to kill Sloane. He was playing us both. You should have come to me—”
“Are you serious? David, you could barely walk. Keegan told me the house was crawling with his men—Immari agents. And they were his men, weren’t they?”
“They were—”
“And what would you have done? You were surrounded—”
“I wouldn’t have lied to you. I wouldn’t have slept with you and left in the night.”
Rage coursed through Kate. She fought to regain her composure. “I never lied to you—”
“You didn’t trust me. You didn’t talk to me—”
“I saved your life.” Kate stood and shook her head. “I did what I did. It’s done.”
“Would you do it again?”
Kate resisted the urge to answer.
“Answer me!”
She stared at him and he glared back at her. He was so different. So… but yet, it was still the man she had… and…
“Yes, David. I’d do it again. You’re here. I’m here. We’re both alive.” There was something else she wanted to say, but she couldn’t do it, not while he was looking at her like that, with those cold dead eyes.
“I won’t have anyone under my command that doesn’t trust me.”
Kate exploded. “Under your command?!”
“That’s right.”
“Well, that’s convenient, because I’m not looking to join the army or whatever the hell you’re running around here.”
A knock on the door came, and to Kate, it felt like water to a dying man. She opened her mouth, but David cut her off.
“It’s a bad time—”
“It’s Kamau. It’s urgent, David.”
David and Kate each replaced the sheets that they had held with clothes. They dressed with their backs to each other. David glanced at her coldly, courteously, and when she nodded, he opened the door.
“David—” Kamau began.
“What—”
“The old man.”
“What about him?”
“He’s dead.”
David glanced back at Kate, his face changed, the hardness instantly gone. She saw sympathy and the man she had fallen in love with. The exhilaration fought against the hurt she felt at hearing Kamau’s news. Then there was the shock: Martin’s face was burned, but he wasn’t that badly injured. Had Chang’s plague treatment failed suddenly? What would Kate do without him? She had never thanked him. What were her last words to him?
“Thank you for… telling us,” David said.
“You need to come now, David. Arm yourself.”
“What?”
Kamau glanced around, making sure they were alone. “I believe someone murdered him.”
Martin lay peacefully on the white leather couch in the enclosed living space of the upper deck.
Everyone was there: Kate, David, Kamau, Shaw, and the two scientists: Chang and the European scientist, who had finally introduced himself as Dr. Arthur Janus. Kate stared at Martin for a moment before crossing the room to kneel at his side. She tried to keep her emotions in check. He was the closest thing she’d had to a father. He hadn’t been up to the job, but he had certainly tried. And for some reason, that made it even harder for Kate. She tried to clear her head. She had to focus.
Kamau’s words echoed in her mind: I believe he was murdered.
She didn’t see any signs of a struggle. Kate checked his fingernails. No skin, no blood. There were a few bruises, but nothing Kate thought was more recent than the injuries from their escape from the plague barge. Martin looked the same as when Kamau had pulled him from the water. She looked up at the African, her eyes asking, are you sure?
He tilted his head slightly.
Kate felt Martin’s neck. Yes… She moved his head a little, testing its range of motion. Someone had broken his neck… Kate felt her airway constrict. Whoever had done it was in this room, staring at her right now.
“Kate, I’m very sorry about Martin,” Shaw began. “I truly am, but we have to get off this boat and be on our way. You’re not safe here.”
Had Shaw seen it too? Did he know?
“She’s not going anywhere,” David said.
“She is,” Shaw insisted. “Now tell me where you’re taking us, and I’ll make arrangements for someone to retrieve us.”
David ignored him. He took a step toward Kate.
Shaw grabbed his arm. “Hey, I’m talking to you.”
David spun and pushed him, almost forcing Shaw to the floor. “Touch me again, and I’ll throw you off the back of the boat.”
“Why wait? You can give it a go right now.”
Kamau stepped behind David, letting Shaw know it would be two to one.
Kate rushed between the three men. “Okay, that’s enough of the testosterone show.”
She grabbed David’s arm and dragged him away.
CHAPTER 59
Northern Morocco
“Thank you, sir, for saving me,” the pilot said.
Dorian tore off a piece of the overcooked meat with his knife and scarfed it down. “Don’t mention it. I’m serious. To anyone.”
The pilot hesitated. “Yes, sir.”
They ate in silence for a bit, until the best of the meat was gone.