Chapter Thirty
Tina came back to the accommodation early in the morning shift.
Rex was still asleep, and she barged into the room with the words, “Get all your stuff. We’re getting out of here.”
Rex turned around in bed and mumbled, and Tina went through the usual ritual of getting him ready and putting him in the harness.
He made a show of collecting some of his things, but Tina was much quicker.
"Where are we going?" he asked. He sounded grumpy. He was not a morning person. “What’s the hurry? You haven’t sold the ship. I don’t want to go home yet.”
“I’m not selling.”
Rex stared at her, a deep frown on his face. “You—what? Don’t you need the money for the shop?”
“It’s all a ruse. The shop is not safe anymore. I was never meant to return. They want me for their evil operations.”
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