21: Ryann
Ryann
Nobody discussed the job over their meal. Ryann was firm on that. She wanted her crew to unwind, and a little distance helped them all view things with more clarity.
But Piran was still agitated.
They sat around the table in the Proteus’ cabin, plates in the washer, aromas from the curry Keelin had cooked still lingering. They got drinks, and Ryann started with her news. Deva told of what she’d been up to in the museum. Keelin spoke about the Nyx on the landing pad, and how it was most likely a smuggler, and no concern of theirs. Brice said he didn’t have anything to report.
Then it was Piran’s turn. He spoke fast, and at times it was difficult to follow his story. But they all got the gist.
“So how did he die?” Brice asked.
“How would I know?”
“You didn’t examine h
