“Nobody says you’re looking for a son, came to Demerara around that time?” If Captain Grafton felt any awkwardness, to be confronted with a mother whose son he was complicit in tearing away and casting across the sea, he didn’t show it. His muddy-eyed stare was unblinking. “Can’t say I remember anyone of your resemblance. Don’t usually pay much attention to the cargo, unless there’s trouble.
