Chapter Fifteen
Vicente followed Connor back down the ladder chute, then down the ramp into the cargo bay, then after he opened the loading hatch, the big man trundled down the wide ramp used to roll cargo up into the hold. The whole way, he rattled on and on, oblivious to the threat of the open space and all the parked starships. Any of those vessels could contain a desperate bounty hunter waiting to take a sniper shot.
For five million wings, why not?
“So, what was it, Boss? Gregor get his butt chewed out? You?" The heavy weapons expert chuckled in between each stream of queries.
At the bottom of the cargo bay ramp, Connor dropped to his butt and breathed in the cooling, fuel-thick air.
What else could he do at that moment?
His troubled thoughts must not have been apparent to Vicen
