Chapter Eleven: Rift Valley
After their escape Ranglen felt no euphoria. He was too worried.
The outside of the hull could not be examined while in light-space so he had no way to see if they dragged in anything with them, like a torn piece of the pursuing object. A probability wave extended beyond any ship during the transfer, and though its value fell exponentially, debris from outside could be sucked into the jumps.
Mileen peered at the instruments. “Did we make it away all right?”
“As far as I know. If it wanted to catch and hold us, it failed.”
That troubled Ranglen. The whole chase, leading up to this last-minute escape, struck him as too coincidental. He believed it was meant more to scare than apprehend.
Like Lonni’s corpse.
Which meant that getting away held little advantag
