Having Birgit Lange on board was going to be a constant source of irritation and distraction, not to mention emotional torture for Hans. Nothing and no one else had ever put him off his food. Gretel was here to work, and the last things she needed were the screeching presence of Hans’s ex and her brother maudlin and needy. What was more, she had missed breakfast. The medicinal brandy she had shared with Hans lurched around unpleasantly in her otherwise empty stomach. She had done little to progress the case she had been summoned to solve, and was unlikely to make much headway unless she was properly fed. There were men to be questioned and the ship to be examined. While she knew clues were scant, she must search for them, and quickly, if the captain was to believe his investment in her to be money well spent. She took several large gulps of fresh sea air, but they did nothing to fill her up. The day was bright and the sea calm, so she spent some time gazing upon it in the hope that the blue of the sky and the sparkle of the water would have beneficial and restorative effects on her.
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