Adrian reached the side door before Cal did. He filled it for a moment, then turned toward the gangway. Cal heard him say Juno's name.
“We're not finished.”
Cal stepped around a chair. Juno stood outside beside the table, her packed case on it, her shoulder bag against her hip. The crewman had a stack of cups in his hands. Beyond him the gangway ran out to the dock, bright and clear.
“I am,” Juno said. “I'm waiting here.”
Adrian put his hand on B's case. “You collected his bag after I left.”
“Take your hand off my camera.”
Cal came into the narrow passage beside the salon, with its panels of glass and the outside rail beyond. A's strap caught on the chair he'd just passed. He pulled it free, switched the camera on and started toward the door. The little monitor showed the back of Adrian's head. Cal lifted it, looking past it to the two people outside.
“When you switched the camera off,” Adrian said, “you went into the bedroom. Gideon was alive. You saw him there after I'd gone. Tell Quinn that.”
Juno pulled the case toward her. “I didn't go in the bedroom. I got the bag. That's all.”
“She'll listen to you. You only have to say you saw him.”
“I didn't.”
“Adrian,” Cal said.
The man didn't turn. He took Juno's upper arm. The crewman set the cups down.
“Let go.” She said it loudly enough that a woman at the end of the gangway stopped walking.
“Come over here. We're not doing this in front of everybody.”
Juno pulled back toward the table. Adrian's hand tightened. Cal saw her shoulder rise inside the grip. The crewman moved between Adrian and the gangway, one arm out.
“Sir. Leave her here.”
Adrian turned with her, away from the man's arm. Her bag struck the table and knocked the cups sideways. Cal heard them scatter. A white cup rolled toward the gap below the rail.
“I'm not getting in anything with you,” Juno said.
“Nobody said you were.”
But he was moving her aft, through the outside passage toward the short steps. The crewman followed, reaching for Adrian's shoulder. Adrian shoved the hand away without releasing her.
Cal couldn't get through the side doorway with all three of them there. He moved along the salon's inner passage, parallel to them, looking through the glazing. Adrian disappeared behind a doorframe, reappeared in the next pane. Cal heard the captain call from behind him. Someone said to call the police. A was recording the panel, then Adrian's body, then a slash of water. Cal lowered it enough to see the floor in front of him and kept moving.
“Adrian,” he called. “Let her go.”
Adrian looked through the glass. For an instant Cal saw the man he had sat with in the quiet after midnight, asking him not to leave. Then Adrian pulled Juno down the first step. She caught the rail with her free hand. Her bag slid off her shoulder and hung at her elbow.
Cal reached the aft door. It swung inward toward him; he pulled it open and the sound of the room changed to wind and feet on the outside stair. The low stern platform was just below him. The tender lay tied along it, engine raised and still. Adrian had Juno one step from the bottom. She was facing him now, trying to get her arm out of his grip.
“Let me go.”
The crewman was coming down behind them. Cal could see another pair of feet on the higher deck. Everything was near enough to touch and not near enough. He put out his free hand, flat palm toward Juno. Hold. The little work cue he had given her across rooms full of people, asking her to keep something where it was until he could reach it.
She saw his hand. Then she looked at the crewman above her, at the strip of public deck beyond Adrian's shoulder. She stepped toward that space, turning sharply out of the grip.
For a moment it worked. Adrian's fingers slipped from her arm. She had both hands free. She caught the rail with one and swung her foot onto the platform, trying to get around him instead of down beside him.
Her heel landed beyond the edge.
She went sideways, hard. Cal heard the impact against the low platform before he saw her hit the water. The bag came off her arm. Her hand opened. Then her face was in the water beside the tender, hair spread over it, one shoulder lifting and dropping against the hull.
Cal let the camera go.