8
Carbonara Dreaming
Ivan came over personally with one of the pilots to do the delicate work of removing all the fish from the Moreau. April lingered in the library, examining each of the books and trying not to look up as fish disposal gave way to human body disposal. There had been no way to figure out who these people were or how long ago they had died, although a few names could be guessed from the many stories about the murderous ghost and its victims. April stared unseeingly at the book in front of her, unable to stop the vision of those bodies tumbling down to burn up in the atmosphere of the Earth below or spinning away forever into deeper space.
“Have you picked your reward?” Ivan asked, startling her out of her reverie.
“Oh, I...” April looked about. She hadn’t been thinking
