He didn’t look dangerous.
He swallowed hard and lowered his voice.
“But if you really want to know what happened to Claire,” he said, “I’ll tell you the truth.”
“Who are you? Start talking. Right now.”
My voice came out low, but my whole body was shaking.
The man raised both hands, palms out.
“I’ll tell you the truth.”
“Not here. Please. There’s a bench by the lobby. Bring your son. I won’t hurt either of you.”
I don’t know why I agreed, maybe because his eyes were as scared as mine.
***
We sat on a bench across from the vending machines. Ben climbed into my lap and gripped my shirt with both fists.
“My name is Marcus,” the man said. “I worked with Claire. I was on the boat that day.”
The floor tilted under me!
I don’t know why I agreed.
“You’re one of the two they rescued.”
