“Where was it you came from?” Rachel opened her mouth, but was too slow to answer. “I said—where?” “Barbados, sir.” He nodded slowly. “You think I don’t know people in Barbados? You think I couldn’t write to them if I wanted to? Have them send me the runaway notices? You think I couldn’t collect your reward?” All Rachel could do was stare mutely back at him. But of course, she had known. Of course, she had always known she would not be safe. How could she have forgotten
