Roland seemed to consider this for a moment. When he spoke next, his story took on the gravity that it needed. “It was a s*x trafficking case. Women and girls, some men too if I’m being honest, were being shipped from planet to planet for different brothels. None of these vacation ones were involved, since as we have both established anyway, they are moons. The pimps did use the Vacation Station line, though. They had to at least once. Usually they got private vessels, but the public ones worked just as well. A ship’s a ship.” Roland sighed. “It was…one of the ways the police tracked them. Tickets, stickers, all from the Vacation Station. Small details that led to something so much bigger than all of us realized.”
“Oh, wow. I’ve heard about cases like this.”
“Most people have. Or so I th
