‘No!’ Bemis exploded. ‘Mike Sheridan isn’t involved in this. We’ve been sailing together for twenty years.’
‘Anyway,’ Bledsoe said, ‘there’s no reason for Mike – or for any of us – to want to kill you.’
I rubbed my forehead tiredly. ‘If I knew what my cousin had found out, then I’d know who the killer was. I thought it was connected with those contracts, Martin, but you told me they were perfectly normal. Perhaps it had something to do with the water in your holds?’
‘But we all need this ship. Why would we damage it?’