Silence. The wheeze of the recycler filled the space like a third heartbeat.
Dan’s grin thinned. “What cargo?”
“I scan everything. Habit.”
The recycler wheezed. Somewhere in bay four, a woman with a dangerous secret slept on. And the Dan Dangler —liar, thief, and occasional decent man—plotted a course straight into the gunfire. dan dangler and dredd
“You hide ammunition behind expired food?” Silence