23
Nikita had the list for him in the morning. Her dark scowl said exactly what she thought about him going back to sleep while she’d done the research and rousted the intel people to get her the ship’s manifest. Except he and Zoe hadn’t gone right back to sleep for a long, awesome time.
He offered Nikita his best happy smile before returning to his coffee and studying the list. Their layover day bivouac was in Copiapó, Chile, at the southern end of the Atacama Desert. Unlike the heart of the desert—that they’d be passing through tomorrow, which typically received a millimeter of rain per year—Copiapó typically received fifteen to twenty. A whole three-quarters inch of rain per year. Made it a damned weird place to build a city of a hundred and fifty thousand people. Though he supposed t
