Chapters (57)
- Cover
- About the Author
- COPYRIGHT
- Dedication
- Prologue: Filip
- Chapter One: Holden
- Chapter Two: Alex
- Chapter Three: Naomi
- Chapter Four: Amos
- Chapter Five: Holden
- Chapter Six: Alex
- Chapter Seven: Amos
- Chapter Eight: Holden
- Chapter Nine: Naomi
- Chapter Ten: Amos
- Chapter Eleven: Alex
- Chapter Twelve: Amos
- Chapter Thirteen: Holden
- Chapter Fourteen: Naomi
- Chapter Fifteen: Alex
- Chapter Sixteen: Holden
- Chapter Seventeen: Alex
- Chapter Eighteen: Holden
- Chapter Nineteen: Naomi
- Chapter Twenty: Alex
- Chapter Twenty-one: Naomi
- Chapter Twenty-two: Amos
- Chapter Twenty-three: Holden
- Chapter Twenty-four: Amos
- Chapter Twenty-five: Naomi
- Chapter Twenty-six: Amos
- Chapter Twenty-seven: Alex
- Chapter Twenty-eight: Holden
- Chapter Twenty-nine: Naomi
- Chapter Thirty: Amos
- Chapter Thirty-one: Alex
- Chapter Thirty-two: Naomi
- Chapter Thirty-three: Holden
- Chapter Thirty-five: Naomi
- Chapter Thirty-six: Holden
- Chapter Thirty-seven: Alex
- Chapter Thirty-eight: Amos
- Chapter Thirty-nine: Naomi
- Chapter Forty: Amos
- Chapter Forty-one: Naomi
- Chapter Forty-two: Holden
- Chapter Forty-three: Alex
- Chapter Forty-four: Naomi
- Chapter Forty-five: Amos
- Chapter Forty-six: Alex
- Chapter Forty-seven: Naomi
- Chapter Forty-eight: Holden
- Chapter Forty-nine: Amos
- Chapter Fifty: Alex
- Chapter Fifty-one: Naomi
- Epilogue: Sauveterre
- Acknowledgments
“I’ve told her all I know about them,” Smith said. “The ships were not listed as missing. The crews aboard them all check out as Martian citizens. But so did the false escort ships. Until I have a complete audit of the military’s personnel and supply databases, I don’t know what I’m looking at.”
Alex coughed to clear his throat before he spoke. “Avasarala’s not always the most trusting person, Nate. It ain’t just you.”
“She’s thorough,” Smith said. “And she’s in a hard position. Sergeant Draper?”
There was a long silence. When Alex looked back, Bobbie’s expression was closed. Her lips pressed to a single line. “On my own initiative and without direction from Avasarala I… When I found evidence that something had gone missing, I checked to see what commanding officers were in charge of that materiel. I didn’t see any pattern in it, but someone else might. If they saw it.”
Alex closed the panel Avasarala had been in. The air seemed fragile. Smith took a short breath, made a small, noncommittal sound in the back of his throat. “Please see that I get a copy too, Sergeant Draper.”
He closed the door to the cabin behind him. Alex sat up in his couch. “You know,” he said, “you have a really weird relationship with treason. On the one hand, I think you may be the most patriotic person I’ve ever met, and on the other hand —”
“I know. It’s been confusing for me too. For a long time now.”
“Your loyalty to the corps and your loyalty to that woman ever really come to blows, it’ll be a hard day.”
“It won’t happen,” Bobbie said. “She won’t let it.”
“No?”
“She’d lose,” Bobbie said. “She hates losing.”
The message from the Pella came three hours later. From the first instant, it was clear that it was a press release. The answer to the questions everyone had been asking: Who did all this, and why? The man was seated at a desk, two different banners showing the split circle of the OPA on the wall behind him. His uniform was crisp and unfamiliar, his eyes soulful and gentle to the point of being nearly apologetic, his voice low and rich as a viol.