Chapter Forty-Nine
The prison station loomed before them on their final approach. Despite all the emptiness of space, the sensor displays made it clear this slice of the Solar System, L4, was far from empty. The clusters of stations in that orbit weren’t close enough for easy transit from one to another, but they formed their own small constellations, masquerading as bright stars in the distance.
“I’ve imitated Mr. Durn’s voice for final approach communications,” Emma explained. She’d been invisible for the last few hours. “I did not imitate his annoying manner.”
“Because no one can imitate me all the way,” Cutter insisted, jerking a thumb toward his chest. “I’m unique and original. That’s why I fly ships and don’t try to do all that ghost stuff.”
Emma raised an eyebrow. “You certainly
