Her name was Mara.
She looked furious.
Not frightened anymore.
Furious.
“I told Adrian the dosage was unsafe.”
“What dosage?”
She showed me two tablet types.
One was a prescription sleep medication.
The other was a strong antihistamine with sedating effects.
Taken together, they could explain my dizziness and confusion.
Not some exotic poison.
Something worse in a way.
Ordinary medicine misused deliberately.
“Could this kill me?”
“Possibly in combination with alcohol, dehydration or a fall.”
I thought of the yacht.
Stairs.
Water.
Deck rails.
That did not feel accidental.
Mara drew blood.
Then said:
“He also asked me whether prolonged sedation could create temporary memory gaps.”
Cold moved through me.
“What did you say?”
“I asked why.”
“And?”
“He laughed.”
I stared at the floor.
The captain wanted to turn the Mercer Star toward the nearest public harbor immediately.
