Then followed.
Not closely.
I used the service corridor above the engine compartment.
There was a narrow stairway leading behind the main salon.
Voices carried through the paneling.
Thomas.
Margaret.
Adrian.
Not whispering.
Arguing.
Thomas said:
“The transfer has to happen before we reach Greyhaven.”
Adrian answered:
“She hasn’t signed the confirmation.”
“She already signed the authorization.”
“That is not enough.”
Margaret:
“Then make her sign.”
Adrian sounded angry.
“She can barely hold a pen.”
Thomas:
“Exactly.”
My whole body went cold.
Margaret asked:
“What about the bank verification call?”
Thomas laughed.
“I handled that.”
“How?”
“Voice authentication.”
“That only verifies Claire.”
“We have samples.”
I pressed my hand over my mouth.
Adrian said:
“I don’t like this.”
Thomas snapped:
“You liked her money.”
Silence.
Then:
“You liked the Mercer name.”
“You liked the Mercer Star.”
“You liked the life.”
“Do not grow a conscience now.”
I leaned closer.
