Russ
Aboard the Adelaide II
Mack raised his glass once more. “Here’s to smooth seas, good friends and dead enemies,” he toasted.
“Here, here,” we echoed.
As Alejandro gathered the cups and Crown and led Glen off the bridge, Mack put a hand on my shoulder to get my attention. I turned to see genuine concern in his eyes.
“Russ, one more thing you need to consider.” I nodded. “Since I received that anonymous email, you can be certain the others remaining on board did, too. They may not respond the same way I did.”
“Yeah,” I said with a sigh. “But I don’t plan to confide anything to the others, and I’d prefer you didn’t, either. Help me keep an eye on them?” He nodded. “You know them better than I do, since you’ve worked with them before. I trust your judgment.”