I glanced at Clove, thinking of the dredgers. If Holland took the Luna, they likely hadn’t been paid. They’d all be looking for passage back to Jeval.

“Strike the berth from the log. I don’t want anyone digging around,” Holland said.

West’s hand tightened on the arm of the chair. She hadn’t just killed Zola. She was sinking the ship and covering up the fact that he’d ever been in Bastian. By the time she was through, it would be as if he’d never made port.

“I want the Luna at the bottom of the sea before the sun goes down. I don’t need the Trade Council getting wind of this before the meeting.”

Clove met my eyes across the table. My only guess was that she was talking about the Trade Council meeting that took place between the Narrows and the Unnamed Sea in Sagsay Holm.

The harbor master grunted in answer. “One unscheduled ship is noted there, too.” He pointed to the page in Holland’s hands. “The Marigold.”

I instantly went rigid, my cup hitting the saucer a little too hard. Beside me, West’s stillness made me shiver. He looked like he was about to launch himself from the chair and cut the man’s throat.

Holland glanced up at me. “I don’t think we need to worry about them. Do you?”

“No,” I said, meeting her eyes. There was an exchange to be made here. I just wasn’t sure what it was.

She handed the harbor master the parchments dismissively and he gave a nod before he turned on his heel and headed back toward the doors.

I watched him leave, gritting my teeth. If the harbor master was in Holland’s pocket, then nothing happened down on those docks without her knowing.

“Now,” she said, folding her hands on the table as she looked back to Clove. “I trust you can get back to the Narrows.”

“Sounds like you just told him to sink the ship I came in on,” Clove said, annoyed.

“Then I’ll take care of it. But I have one more thing I need you to do.”

“I brought in the bounty.” He gestured to the silver box. “And you’ve already paid.”

“I’m willing to double it,” she said.

Clove’s eyes narrowed, suspicious. “I’m listening.”

She picked up a berry, holding it before her. “Saint.”

The sound of my heart pounded in my ears, my fingers gripping the handle of the cup tightly.

Clove leaned both elbows onto the table. “What do you want with Saint?”

“The same thing I wanted from Zola. Restitution. My daughter died on his ship and he’ll be held responsible. He’s expected at the Trade Council meeting in Sagsay Holm. I want you to make sure he doesn’t make it.”