And whoever hid there with him knew he had visited Lonni, knew he was coming to the ship, knew to wait in the shadows and to put her body here where he’d see it—to get maximum effect with her. Ranglen was meant to be terrified.
“Mykol, we have a problem!”
He almost screamed at Mileen’s voice. What other problem could there be than this?
“There’s a ship out there, right at the edge of sensor range. It popped onto the screen and isn’t moving, as if it wants us to know it’s there.”
Ranglen looked around him before he could answer. He expected someone hiding and ready to kill him—to fill his chest with darts. A jumpy tangle of brights and darks drifted by, every shadow a threat.
“Mykol! Are you there?”
“Don’t talk. I’m on my way.”
Ranglen flew out of the control room and tossed himself
