Wrath of Poseidon (Fargo Adventures 12)

And though Sam never intended to eavesdrop, he found himself rooted to the spot when Denéa said, “You don’t look okay.”

“I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“Have you talked to anyone about what happened?”

“There isn’t really anyone.”

“There’s Sam.”

“You don’t understand. I—It’s just that—” There was a strangled sob.

“I’ll get Sam.”

“No.” Remi’s too-quick refusal was gut-wrenching. He stood at the edge of the roof, knowing he shouldn’t be listening, but unable to move away. After a few moments, he heard her taking a shuddering breath, and then her words came out in a rush. “I’ve never been so scared in my life. I—I didn’t think we were going to make it back.”

“But you did.”

“And I keep thinking about the man Sam killed. That’s why I can’t talk to him. I can’t make him feel guilty.”

“Guilty? About what?”

“What if that man had a family?”

“Oh, Remi . . .” There was a scrape of a chair, Remi crying, then Denéa comforting her.

That Remi would even think that, spoke to her true character. He doubted the gunman would have given it a second thought had he killed any of them.

“You can’t worry about that,” Denéa said. “From what Zoe and Dimitris told me, you’re all very lucky to be here right now—”

“I know. I have to keep reminding myself of that, if not for Sam . . . It—it doesn’t make it any easier.”

“Have you told your parents about any of this?”

“Are you kidding?” She sniffed. “They’re already overprotective. If they had an inkling, they’d be on the first plane out.”

“I suppose you’re right. Still, the important thing is, you found Zoe and Dimitris, and you’re all safe.”

“But . . . the Star Catcher. I know that boat was important to the archeological society.”

“It’s a boat. Totally replaceable.” Denéa gave a small laugh. “You have to admit, it was rather genius to blow it up.”

He couldn’t tell if Remi was laughing or crying. “The dummies,” she said. “They flopped over, making it look like they were ducking the gunshots. Even I thought it looked real, and I helped stuff them.”

Sam’s phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out, looking at the screen. Seeing Rube’s number on the caller ID, he was tempted to let it go straight to voice mail. He wanted to know that Remi was going to be okay, but he also knew Rube wouldn’t be calling unless it was very important.

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

The offshore wind swept across the rooftop, making it difficult for Sam to hear what Rube was telling him. He turned up the volume, certain he’d misunderstood. “Say that one more time.”

“Adrian Kyril was arrested. On kidnapping and murder charges.”

“That’s outstanding,” Sam replied. “When?”

“Apparently, yesterday. I only just found out myself. That is not, however, why I’m calling. I’ve got an Interpol agent on hold. He wants to know a lit

tle more about what you saw and heard on that island. If you have a few minutes, I’ll patch him through on a conference call.”

“Sure,” Sam said.