Chapter Forty-Six
They dressed in the environment suit room on the lower deck, neither of them looking at the other, pretending to be focused on the suits they yanked from the lockers. Connor shivered, feeling vulnerable in such proximity, even if Drew was a scrawny wisp of a woman.
His mind always returned to the previous problems: the broken coolant pipe, the ruptured fuel line.
And now they had a short somewhere.
A tool belt hung off the engineer's narrow hips, dragged down on the right side by a heavy hatchet.
It was an emergency tool, something to break through inoperable panels.
And the tool would be perfect for all the sabotage they'd found.
Or it could cave in the skull of someone who wasn't paying attention.
Did she know he had the empty Dustoff packet in his pants pocket?
