My skin went cold.
“What?”
He stepped backward.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You absolutely did.”
“Please go back to your cabin.”
Then he disappeared down the service corridor.
I stood there for several seconds.
One thought replaced all others.
Get the log.
The captain’s office was locked.
I knew the Mercer Star well enough to know there was a backup key in the bridge chart cabinet.
My father had insisted on redundant emergency access years ago.
I found it.
Opened the office.
Inside, everything looked normal.
Navigation printouts.
Customs forms.
Maintenance reports.
Then I found the medical binder in a lower drawer.
I searched my name.
There were seven entries.
Seven.
We had been aboard three days.
The first was dated two days before we departed.
Passenger: Claire Mercer.
Medical note: history of stress-related vertigo, intermittent sedative use, panic symptoms.
I stared.
None of that was true.
I had never taken sedatives.
Never had panic-related vertigo.
Below it:
Spouse authorized to supervise evening medication if symptoms recur.
Signed:
Adrian Cole.
Not me.
The next entries documented “voluntary” doses.
Night one.
Night two.
Night three.
Doses I had never agreed to take.
Then a handwritten note from the nurse.
Patient appeared more impaired than expected. Recommend discontinuing all medication until physician consult. Mr. Cole objected.
Another note below:
Medication inventory discrepancy. Two blister packs missing from locked cabinet.
My hands began shaking.
I photographed every page with my phone.
Then heard footsteps.
I closed the binder.
Too late.
The door opened.
The captain stood there.
He looked at me.
Then at the open drawer.
Neither of us spoke.
Finally:
“You shouldn’t be in here.”
I held up the binder.
“Neither should this.”
His face changed.
“You saw it.”
“Yes.”
He closed the door.
That frightened me more than if he had called security.
“Who changed my medical record?”
“I don’t know.”
“Who gave Adrian access to medication?”
“He shouldn’t have had it.”
“Who is missing the blister packs?”
He rubbed both hands over his face.
“Claire, I have been trying to reach your family security office since yesterday.”
