They marched down the pier with Owen leading the way to a haphazard grid of off-loaded cargo. The ferry, which would transport them across the river, was a short, squat vessel a hundred yards away. Owen couldn"t wait to be aboard it. Even after he was well away from the Lírio do Rio, he could still feel Claire"s gaze burrowing into his back.
Claire watched Owen melt into the sea of crates and humanity from the deck of the ship, and turned to Molly. “Crank up your lap-top. I want to find out what the real truth is. I"m so pissed. I should"ve done this a week ago. Damn it!”
As Molly skated below deck to her cabin, Thad said, “But even if he"s lying, we"re still stuck here on this boat.”
Claire gripped the bulwark rail, squeezing it hard. “Not necessarily, Poppy.” She pulled out the wad of
