Laura Xavier
My hands shook as I still held the phone to my ear after Aaron told me our only witness against was dead.
"What's wrong, Laura? You look like you've seen a ghost?" He smiled sinisterly.
I put the phone down and turned to look at him. He was going to get away with this, and there was nothing I, Aaron, or Jude could do about it.
"You know you can't keep me here without evidence that I have actually committed the crime," he tapped the table slowly.
"You are a murderer. A stone cold one." I spat, "How did I let you touch me?"
I felt so worthless as I stared at the man that I had been fucking since I got on this ship.
"Careful what you say, Laura. You have no proof that I actually murdered anyone. I could sue you for defamation of character. And you have to admit that the sex was good; in fact, I could take you right here and now if you want."
