“I have never been one to wear my politics and policies openly, Mc–Flint,” Graham reminded the other coolly, not particularly ruffled by the man’s accusatory tone or even his threatening mannerisms. He was confident in his awareness that the Scarborough was too valuable for Flint to throw away, no matter how high his temper climbed. “But I have always known whose parlors to avoid – and have taken considerable care to ensure my name was never tied to them.”
Folding his hands together, he leaned forward on the table, meeting the other man’s strange eyes squarely. Unafraid – and just as unyielding. “Contrary to your belief, my role in this was nigh nonexistent, but before you get twisted up over it perhaps you should consider the facts and the family in question. After all – Alfred Hamilton has never before shown an interest in keeping his children alive – so does that not beg the question then, of why Thomas – who posed just as great a threat as William – happened to have so much effort spent on his preservation?”
It certainly was not Alfred’s doing – and it was positively laughable to consider Hennessey might be the one responsible. “My role – such as it was – placed me in direct contention with the admiralty. You know where Hennessey stood on this. So perhaps instead of marking me as your enemy, you may want to sit down and rethink that bloody assessment!”
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