“So was this whole thing Lou’s idea? Or did somebody else decide to use his birthday party for this whole arrangement?”
“I wouldn’t know about that,” she says with a shrug. “All I know is, once I arrived, Lou asked me to explain to the various volunteers what they were supposed to do. I did, since I figured he shouldn’t be kept from celebrating his own birthday, but it didn’t seem like much of a celebration to me.”
“Volunteers,” you mutter. “So, like Graham here. And I saw Colleen out by the door to the kitchen. Anyone else?”
“There were another two or three people on, well, I suppose you might call it security. And another six who just carried out the stew from the kitchen and brought the bowls back afterwards. And let me think… Another was attending to Mr. Resk.” She pauses. “I think there were some people helping out in the kitchen, too, but now that I think about it, I never spoke to them. They seemed to already know what they were doing.”
You’re still unsettled by how freely she’s talking about it. You can’t shake the feeling that she’s giving you all these answers so you don’t notice she’s hiding something else.
How should you approach this?
Change the subject. What did this ship do before it began its current mission? And what did YOU do, Becky?