Welcome to EFNB 10th Anniversary Week! This entry is a sequel to one posted ten years ago on February 25, 2010.

“Yeah?” Tia said. “What I see is that you’ve had two bosses break down when they had to hold your leash. Blame what you want, but they both have one thing in common. You.”

Peg looked through the glass at the still form of her former captain. “Does he talk about me at all?” she said.

“He said plenty before. He said enough. Insubordination. Dereliction of duty. It was bad enough that he ended up on a garbage scow, but to have someone like you as his navigator? He never complained, but it was all there. I read every message.”

Peg hesitated. She felt a burning in her face, a desire to plunge the verbal knife in and give it a rakish twist. It wouldn’t help anything. It never did. But the words were fully formed and tumbling out before she could even second0guess herself.

“Funny,” Peg said. “He never mentioned you. Not even when he was at his most insane and raving. I didn’t even know he had a daughter.”

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Welcome to EFNB 10th Anniversary Week! This entry is a sequel to one posted ten years ago on February 23, 2010.
“He abandoned the station,” Peg said. “He abandoned his post. And three people are dead. The company says we have to go after him.”

“Why us?” said Coolidge. “There are others.”

“Nearest corporate corvette is weeks away,” Peg said. “We’ve got leave to take the cutter.”

“You’re not listening,” Coolidge said through gritted teeth.

“Explain it to me then!” snapped Peg. “Because from where I’m sitting, Taylor killed a regular customer and stole his ship, which we look at pretty dimly where I come from.”

“Not our job,” Coolidge said. Then, seeing Peg’s expression, he added, for emphasis: “Let him go.”

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