"Wait, wait, guys," I'm saying. "Sent to warn me by who? About what?"
"That's what we're trying to piece together," Palakon says, overly patient.
"We think that whoever sent her didn't want you making contact with Jamie Fields, and by extension Bobby Hughes, once you arrived in London," Crater says. "We think she was provided as a distraction. As an alternative."
"Provided?" I'm asking. "Provided? What in the f**k does that mean?"
"Mr. Ward-" Palakon starts.
"Jamie told me she knows her," I say suddenly. "That she knew her. Why would Marina want me to stay away from Jamie if they knew each other?"
"Did Jamie Fields say how she knew her? Or in what context she knew her?" Palakon asks. "Did Jamie Fields let you know what their connection was?"
"No...," I'm murmuring. "No..."
"Didn't you ask?" Crater and Delta exclaim at the same time.
"No," I say, dazed, murmuring. "No... I'm sorry... no..."
From behind me Russell says, "Palakon."
"Yes, yes," Palakon says.
On the TV screen the camera keeps panning across the length of the deck and, whenever Marina glances at it, always back to Lorrie Wallace. But once it stays for several moments on Marina, who gazes at it almost as if the camera were daring her.
"Where did you get this?" I'm asking.
"It's not an original," Delta says. "It's a copy."
"That's an answer?" I ask, jaw clenched.
"It doesn't matter how we got it," Delta snaps.
"The Wallaces took that," I say, staring at the screen. "Turn it off."
"The Wallaces?" I hear someone ask.
"Yeah." I'm nodding. "The Wallaces. They were this couple from England. This English couple. I forget what they do. What they told me. I think she opens restaurants. Whatever. Turn it off, just turn it off."
"How did you meet them?" Palakon asks, pressing a button, causing the TV to flash black.
"I don't know. They were just on the ship. They introduced themselves to me. We had dinner." I'm moaning, rubbing my hands over my face. "They said they knew my father-"
Some kind of connection is automatically made and resonates among the three men sitting across from me.