Ronnie kept chanting letters as it slowly donned on him, but Sean's stomach dropped. Holy Fucking Christ! Sorry Lord, he mentally edited his own thoughts.
It seemed everyone on this ship was someone else. Every turn people he thought he could trust were turning out to be liars, killers and ... Jesus, he'd trusted a cold blooded killer with the security of everyone on this boat! Where the hell were his instincts? Why hadn't he seen it in Lisa or Cath or Mae? Well, Mae was a bit standoffish, but a killer?
Sean was angry, at them all, and at himself. He couldn't trust those around him, nor his own judgment. He was screwed.
"Omagh? Messerine?" Sean felt the heat on his face. "Were you involved?" His voice was stone cold, his knuckles white as he clenched his hands into fists.