Tori couldn’t relax even though she was all but certain that they’d scoured Mr. Gao’s murderous creation from every last bit of electronics in the shuttle. The danger was over.

So why couldn’t she settle down? Why was she pacing the bridge, looking for something to do instead of crawling into her bunk to get the sleep she’d been skimping on for nearly a week?

Was there something she’d forgotten? She drummed her fingers on the nearest console for a few seconds before sliding into the seat and checking on the progress of the diagnostic she’d started on the system to review their work.

Just like last time, it was showing no problems. Sure, it still had four hours and thirty-two minutes to run, but Tori knew in her gut that it wasn’t going to find a...

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