"Perfectly clear, " Marie said. Too cheerful by far, Tom thought. Marie's calm ran cold fingers up and down his spine. "Bygones can be bygones—unless, of course, Austin Bowe comes onto ourdock."
"I don't like that attitude, Marie. I've half a mind to hold you and him and the whole crew aboard until he's out of here. And nobody'sgoing to be real damn happy with you if that's what I have to do."
"And how would thatlook? You want Viking saying we're afraid of him?"
"Viking, hell. I'll lay odds no stationer here remembers any problem between us and them."
"I'll lay equal odds that ships at dock remember."
"This is our business. And it isbusiness, Marie. No personal vendetta of any member of this crew is worth our legal standing, and anybody sane is going to understand that. This isn't the War. The man's a senior captain now. We're talking about our entire livelihood at stake."
"I absolutely agree. I don't see a problem."
Lying through her teeth, Tom thought again, hands locked behind him, face absolutely neutral. Mischa knew Marie was lying, and couldn't get her to engage with him.
"Bygones, is it? You listen to me, Marie. You, too, Tom. You listen upGovernment contract and government cargo means we've got clearances, we've got special ratings, we're in first on the port they've been negotiating for the last twenty years, and the Board of Trade isn't going to care about excuses. Neither is the rest of the Family."
"We're in the middle of the damn bridge, Mischa, why don't we just throw the com open so the whole Family can hear it? Send the kids to the loft and let's just tuck down and hide in our ship until Corinthiangoes away, why don't we? We know we can't defend ourselves. Rape's a lovely experience if you just lie back and enjoy it. God, I can't believe I'm hearing this!"
"Quiet it down, Marie!"
"I'm going to do my job, Mischa! I'm not sitting in this ship. I'm not hiding Ididn't commit any crime. I'mnot a rapist, in case you got it backwards at Mariner, and I've nothing to be ashamed of! If Corinthianwants trouble, they can come looking. If they don't—"
"—if they don't?"
There was quiet all around. Tom stood there remembering, to breathe, and felt a tremor in his whole body when he heard Marie say, quietly, reasonably, "I'll do my job, Mischa. I'm not crazy, " and heard the captain say to her, then,
"You do that, Marie, you damn well do it, and nothingelse. That goes for every member of this crew."
Marie walked out. The captain's sister, cargo chief, Marie Kirgov Hawkins, challenged the captain to lock her in quarters for the duration—and walked out, with the whole ops section watching.
Mischa possibly could have handled it better—but you never knew where you were going with Marie. Mischa could have been easier on Marie—but she'd lied to him the minute she'd said bygones could be bygones with that ship. She'd lied to his face, and her brother, as ship's senior captain, had laid the law down.
Drawn a line Marie Hawkins shouldn't cross—and that was a mistake with Marie, on a goodday.
Her son said, quietly as he could, "May I be excused, sir?"
"I want to see you. In my office. One hour. I've got my hands full right now. You leave your mother alone. You don't need her advice. Hear me, Thomas?"
"Yes, sir." At least, at twenty-three, he'd outgrown 'boy.' Other uncles managed to say 'son' to their sisters' offspring. Mischa never had. It was 'your mother' when he disavowed Marie, it was 'Marie' when they agreed, and 'Thomas' when hisbehavior was in question. "Yes, sir, I hear you."
"Go on." Mischa gave him a back-of-the-hand wave.
He walked back to the lift. Other heads averted quickly, back to business, except the most senior cousins, who gave him analytical stares, wondering, quite probably, whether Thomas Bowe-Hawkins was in fact part of the Hawkins family, or whether, because of that ship sitting at Viking dock, he was going to do something lethally stupid.
"Son."
Saja. Tech chief. Likewise giving him a warning stare, turning in his seat to do it.
But Saja was senior on duty right now and couldn't break away, so that was one heart-to-heart lecture he could duck, although if he had to choose, he'd take Saja's over the captain's, no question.
The lift came up from downside, where Marie had left it. He punched Down, hoping Marie had gone to her office, and left the corridor. She'd beworking, after this, nonstop, and God help anybody in the Family who walked through her office door. He knew her fits: Marie worked when she was mad, Marie worked when she was upset, Marie got up for no reason at all in the middle of the night and went to the office, staying there nonstop, thirty-six, forty, fifty hours, when she got in a mood, and he wouldn't go near her now by any choice.
The lift stopped. The door opened. Marie was waiting for him on lower deck, leaning against the opposite wall, arms folded.
"What did you say to him?"
"Nothing. I swear. Nothing."
Marie's eyes were grey, black-penciled like her brows; and cold, cold as a moon's heart when she didn't like you. In point of fact, she didn't always likeher son. She was undoubtedly thinking about Corinthian, maybe seeing Bowe's face on him… he didn't know. He'd never known. That was the hell of it.
So now Austin Bowe was Corinthianssenior captain. Mischa and Marie kept current using dockside sources he didn't have, clearly they did.
"I've done my job, " Marie said, "I've workedfor this ship. Where does he get off, calling me on the deck like that, in front of the whole damned crew?"
"I think he just wanted you to know, before the word got out—he couldn't leave…"
"The hellhe couldn't! The hellhe couldn't manage the intercom. Wake up, Marie, oh, by the way, Marie, could you come uphere, Marie? Damnhim!"
"I'm sorry." When Marie blew, it was the only safe thing to, say. Teenaged cousins clustered in the corridor, now, down by the infirmary. Probably it was a shock case, some young fool cheating on the nutri-packs. Every half-grown kid thought he knew what was enough—at least once in his life.
"Mischa's going to be talkingto you, " Marie said. "I know his ways. He's going to be telling you all his good reasons why poor Marie can't be trusted outside. Poor Marie's just too emotional to do her job. Marie who got raped and beaten half to hell while her mother and her brother dithered about station law just might do something like go down the dock and take a cargo hook to the son of a bitch that did it, because poor Marie just never got over it. I chose to have you because Ichoose what happens to me, and Mischa doesn't trust poor Marie to manage her own damned life! Well, poor Marie is going to go around to her officeand study the market reports and see if there's any way in hell to screw Austin Bowe's ship lit the financial market, legally, because that's my arena! So when dear Mischa calls you in to tell you you've got to spy on poor Marie, for the sake of the ship, you'll know just what to tell him."