The ship rocked so that the liquid in the tub shifted and revealed a pile of bones and vaguely organic matter. The body had decomposed to the point where it was no longer recognizable. Serenica feared it might have, at some point, been John Longlines. She had thought the informant had been buried, but she could not remember for sure. So much had happened.
"Is this him?" she asked.
"Why do you think it could be him?" Spade shot back at her. He took a comfortable position in the chair that Myorka had abandoned and began scribbling something on a large piece of paper.
"I don't know," Serenica said, irate and unnerved. "You have a history of doing blasphemous things."
"I do. However, it's hard to preserve bodies. Believe me, I tried. I buried him with an apology gift."
Serenica wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. "That was the only reason you didn't keep him?"
"That, and your insistence on doing the right thing," the captain admitted. "Want to take a look at this contract?"
