Tall, prim and serene, Larani stood in the middle of the room with her head held high, her face a mask of solemn dignity. She certainly wasn’t feeling self-conscious. “Perhaps you could tell me why you felt the need to kidnap Nezil Basodo.”
She“I’ll do better,” Miri said. “I’ll show you.”
A gesture from her sent Miller running through a door on the port side of the room. He returned a few moments later with a skinny man in black pants and an oversized sweater. Most likely, those were Miller’s clothes.
The captive – this Nezil Basodo – bared his teeth and narrowed his eyes as he took in the sight of them. “You’re all going to pay for this,” he promised. “I have friends in high places! There are probably a dozen ships searching for me right now! Once they find me, they’ll throw all of you
