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Eddie flew along in hyperspace, its vast swirling column of purple twisting and turning in front of the garbage ship.
He gripped the joystick hard even though the ship was on autopilot and he could have relaxed.
But he couldn’t decompress, couldn’t get the image of the dead man out of his mind. He’d have to go to church and pray extra long and hard to exorcise his soul.
He was glad to be in hyperspace, barreling away from the Garbage Star’s dangerous radiation.
But he didn’t know what was next.
What if the police suspected him of murder?
Eddie had a clean criminal record. Back home, on his old planet, in high school, he’d been sent to detention for speaking Spanish in school. Once, in the hallway, he’d asked his cousin Rafi in Spanish what time he was coming over to do homework. T
