"I need to see Susan Richards," Tobin said, pushing through Captain Hackett's door without knocking.
The captain, dining alone at his desk, looked up abruptly and said, "What the hell's wrong with you?"
"I said I need to see Susan Richards."
"Why?"
"I want you to call the steward who's standing guard and tell him I'm going to be there in fifteen minutes and that I'm being permitted to go in and talk to her. But first I need a key to her cabin."
"I put her in the cabin two doors down from where she was staying-for safekeeping. Care to tell me what the hell's going on?"
Tobin said, "I don't think she's our killer."
The captain put down his fork. "Do you know what the hell you're talking about?"
Tobin shook his head. "I'm afraid I do, Captain. I'm afraid I do."