"I am sick and tired of your accusations, Harrigan!" I said in disgust. "You know me. What, do you think I committed a crime on that boat?"
I wasn't prepared for his answer.
"Yes," he said coldly as he brought his arms up under mine to break my grasp on his coat.
He must have noticed the mixture of hurt and shock on my face, for he quickly added, "Not a serious crime. But I believe you're withholding evidence."
"About what?" I asked in a loud voice.
"About Mr. Saint. About the disappearance of a one Deborah Newstead. Sound familiar?"