The shock and anger were still there, but Sean's head had managed to clear beyond them. Yes the confession did count in Cath and Mae's favor. It was the fact that Sean LIKED them, as he liked Lisa, that made it worse. It hurt worse to have been fooled. It hurt that he had thought himself close enough to trust them only to find a form of betrayal.
If he didn't like these people, he wouldn't have been quite as angry. The anger hadf formed a hot lead ball in his gut. But he prided himself on being able to think from a distance professionally. Move beyond the anger of the moment and deal with that later. (Like he did when he threw that logbook across the bridge when they finally got in.)
But then Cath's other words hit home. "You have someone in custody and didn't let me know?" Especially if it was suspected that this person was the killer. "I hardly think I'd put someone I thought was a danger to the people on this ship on House Arrest." That statement was telling. The implications applied here as well as to Lisa. "The confession I had yesterday had nothing to do with this ship or our current problems either."
He'd already told Lisa he was going to tell the top security people. "Just as I'm not about to tell anyone beyond this room any of this, I don't expect this information to go further than this room either." Again, the implications were plain enough to read. A trust of some sort that went past the current anger and devotion to duty and oaths.
"Lisa Blankenship is wanted in connection with the killing of her husband and best friend. Her real name is Karen Chandler, and she claims the deaths were self defense as the victims were trying to frame her for embezzlement before killing her. She came forward on her own as well. To keep a lynch mob from forming, I'm keeping it under wraps, although I did want everyone in this room to know in case something happened to me. She's also officially under arrest. I've limited her to very public places or having someone with her as much to keep anyone from making accusations as to keep her under watch."
In all honesty, it was more for her protection. Trust had become a blurred thing, chipped at, making puzzle pieces out of shifting shapes.
"So, who do you have locked up? Who was attacked?" And why the hell had he even troied to get any sleep?