April climbed up the ramp to the ship but the interior was empty, no sign of Hakim. Salima had been busier than April had realized, adding more pods to her ship, along with a lot more equipment than April could identify. When they left the station they would be in better shape than they’d been in her best ghost-dispelling days. And it wasn’t costing them a thing. When April had asked if Salima could scavenge the wrecked ships on the dock for parts, Mr. Chapelier had just given that same vague hand gesture she always took for “Yes, just don’t bother me.” Since neither she nor Lars were being paid in anything other than room and board, she decided taking what they needed was fair trade. The work might feel like it was killing her, but at least something grand was coming out of it.
“Boo, whe
