Chapter 8, Della Villa:
The tears rolled down Jorge’s face while he whispered in the dark of Doc’s quarters. “I thought you said this would happen quick, that my family would find justice.”
Since the pair’s accusation of the sailor Dusty, they had been forced to retreat to the safety of Doc’s quarters. Della hated being off the decks. At least outside, the wind might cool some of the heat from the unrelenting sun. “If you wanted quick, I could have killed him in his sleep. My man is on it now. He has always been quick to act. Let him follow the captain’s instructions.”
“You don’t understand, I don’t need him dead. I need him exposed. I need him to admit to his crimes and live with the pain like I have to. I want him to suffer.” His tears glowed in the candlelight. The sun had caused the
