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Chelsea points her chin toward the girl with the black hair to symbolize for her to be quiet. Oh… the dark haired girl must be close with the guy they are talking about. We wait until she gets distracted as someone comes in to talk to her.

“What happened?” Angela whispers.

“I don’t know, apparently Mac ended up going fucking crazy and had to be pulled off him before he killed him.”

My eyes widen. Fuck. Stucco is that sleazy guy who hit me. I heard Mac say he wanted a reason to kill him that night.

“How did it start?” Angela whispers.

“Apparently Stucco got caught going through Simmo’s cabin.”

“What was he doing?” Angela whispers.

“Searching for something.”

“Like what?” I whisper.

“I don’t know, but it was suspicious, and to top it off, when the chopper arrived in the middle of all this chaos they couldn’t find the key to the container they were here to empty.”

“Fucking hell,” Angela whispers.

“What happened?” I ask.

“Mac had to open the container with huge ass bolt cutters. He looked like an idiot in front of the clients. He was fuming mad.”

My eyes widen. “Where was the key supposed to be?”

“All of the keys are kept in the main office, but this afternoon when they went to get the key it was missing.”

“Shit,” Angela whispers.

“Mac is going fucking berserk because it means we have a thief on board as one of the crew.”

“Does he think its Stucco?” I ask.

Chelsea shrugs. “Who knows, but I would hate to be whoever it is when he finds out.”

I sit back and sip my drink. Hmm. Very interesting. There are keys in the office. Everybody goes in the office so everybody is a suspect. I sip my drink to hide my smirk. This could be easier than I ever imagined. But what if they lock the cupboard now?

Shit. This could really mess up my plans. “Where did he get the bolt cutters?” I whisper.

Chelsea’s eyes flicker to me for asking a stupid question. “Down on level three is the maintenance level, all the tools are kept down there.”

“Oh,” I answer. Level three. I need to check out this level three.

The girl with the dark hair waves and stands to meet someone behind us and we all turn. It’s Stucco. She kisses him on the lips and they walk over to the bar.

“So is she on with him?” I ask.

Chelsea shrugs. “They get it on, but she is with other guys, too. She sleeps most nights in his cabin now. It won’t be long before he stakes his claim and refuses to share her.”

I frown. God, this is a weird set up. My eyes flicker over to them as they get their drinks from the bar and take a seat on the armchair in front of it. He sits down and she sits on his lap allowing his hands to roam up and down her upper thigh.

A guy walks in. He’s tall and dark and pretty damn hot to be honest. Who is this? “Hey Chels.” He smiles.

She stands immediately and walks around to kiss him on the cheek, and they disappear over to the pool table.

I turn to Angela. “Tell me the high ranking of this ship. Why was Mac called to sort stuff out?”