THEY STAYED WITH LEX’S ship for a little more than an hour. After disengaging and taking back off towards Tarni, Dorsey plugged in the ship’s manifest and studied the cargo list and travel log. It was all completely mundane, no hint of how he came to be floating dead in space, a hole punched in the side of his ship.
For a change of pace she sat in the galley, the manifest displayed on a tablet she’d dug out of a closet in the cockpit. A list of cargo numbers and labels scrolled by, making her eyes blur. TG544 - Rations; TR563 - Clothing; TF555 - General. Nothing looked strange. And for Lex to be dead, there needed to be a mystery. He was twice the pilot she was and even more cautious. It wasn’t his fate to end up a popsicle.
Movement out of the corner of her eye brought Ty to her attenti
