The journey to the Belt had been slower than she’d hoped. Rancho’s Truth sailed under the guise of a hydro barge. It’s destination recorded as the water mining facility situated on Ceres. In truth, the irony of its name apparent, the ship was a smuggler. Life in the Belt was hard, unpleasant and often short. There was never a lack of demand for the tastes of luxury a ship like this could bring. She'd expected the cargo to be narcotics and alcohol. Exactly the things withheld from the workers to prevent the kind of accidents that occurred when inebriated men and women operated dangerous machinery in dangerous conditions. The crew had been cagey, talking with her as little as possible throughout the three-week voyage, but she'd managed to glean at least a little. It turned out what the Be

