Chapter Eleven
“Debris,” Trent said, clutching his hands together and staring up at Mike.
Adalia’s brother leaned against the kitchen counter in Sylvester’s house, stirring some cream and sugar in a mug of coffee and shaking his head. “Debris.”
“They got hit by debris and they’re suing me for it. Why not Space Inc.?”
“Space Inc. is gone. Van Heerden took over, renamed it Starsearch International. They can’t sue a company that no longer exists, so they’re coming after you.”
“This is f*****g ridiculous. They have nothing on me.” Trent stifled a wry chuckle. Starsearch International. It sounded like a worldwide talent agency. She’d run that company into the ground for sure. Not that he could talk.
“You made the executive decision to send up the shuttle, so you’re beholden. Or that’s wha
