Her face told him she knew she'd blundered. "Just get out of here, you fool!" she cried.
"Tell me about my brother."
"He's dead. What does it matter except he's dead?"
"How did he die, Miss Hilliard?"
She gave him a startled look. "You know me?"
"A guess. You're Wendy Hilliard, aren't you?"
"Y-yes."
"He used to write me about you," Jansen said bitterly. "Girl Friday or something. But when he started to go down you took off like the well-known rats. Didn't you, Wendy?"
Her hand struck his cheek stingingly. "Now clear out," she said, her voice catching on a sob.
He laughed harshly. "Well, what did you expect? It's why you had my things searched on the ship, isn't it? It's why you had that big guy follow me."