"Answer this question: do you make a practise of poisoning the minds of
your crew against me?"
"Well, I don't know what you mean by poi--"
Teejay grabbed a handful of his shirt and twisted, constricting the
collar about his throat. "Answer me," she said. "And no run around."
"I--I guess so. It's only business, Captain Moore. The more they hated
you, the more they'd be willing to fight you in the hunt every step of
the way."
"How about Charlie Stedman?"
"I don't remember. Probably, it was like that."