Ramses wanted us to help in the discarding of Helen and father's body, accomplices in murder. Not by choice, but I think collectively, we deduced that the corpses couldn't remain on the boat. Helen was stone dead, but father twitched every now and again. We all huddled in the meeting room below, with the departed lying on the main deck, weathering the storm outside. Praying that wind and rain would sweep them, swallow them, wipe clean our conscious.

With the change in power, ...