I called Duncan to beg off the five hour round trip drive to get Paulie. He wasn’t too happy about it, but both of us were swamped and couldn’t take the time. I hadn’t seen Martha for a while and I wondered if the Dean had already snatched her, but then I realized that all her things were still here, and besides, Martha would never leave without saying goodbye. I was actually grateful when there was a heavy footfall outside my door. It was a policeman, wanting to take my statement about Terry’s death. I answered all of his questions, basi–cally outlining everything I remembered, but when I began to ask him questions about the fresh water in her lungs he politely begged off. It was, after all, an official investigation. Frustrated, I saw him to the door. Then the phone rang and I ran back to get it. “Cordi?” The voice was strong, almost angry, or was it something else? “Yes,” I said, warily. “It’s Sandy. From the ship.” Shit. I’d forgotten to ring her back, or at least there was no answer when I did.
