5
Warm Clothes and Hot Food
April hadn’t expected to be leaving the Triomphe again so soon, but they never even went back to the bedsit.
“Your things are already on the shuttle,” her mother said as she set a brisk pace back to the docks. “Our client is waiting for us. Luckily he’s an important man, he can make others wait for him.”
“Where are we going?” April asked, nearly out of breath by the time they reached the elevators. Her stomach gave another loud growl.
“Earth,” her mother said, taking April by the shoulders and turning her around so she could finger-comb her hair and rebraid it. “Well, low orbit over it. It will take a few days to get there. There is a small station, completely abandoned, because it’s cursed. You’re going to get rid of the ghost so our client can salvage it.
