She’d been sleeping a lot, eating, and generally resting. When Chevon came into their quarters unexpectedly one afternoon, she knew something was up from his expression alone. “I’ve been in contact with Petr. We are going to meet up with his cruiser so we can go aboard for a talk. He needs some information from you before he sends a message over the border to his contact. Our hope is to find the individual responsible for your trip in the pod and shake up those who believe you are dead. It is a risk, but we both agree it’s one that is necessary. Are you up for talking with him?” he asked. “I haven’t changed my mind,” Laura told him with an uneasy smile. “I still want whoever it is that came after me to know I’m alive and kicking. I need these bastards to realize that I’m not that easy to kill. Now I’m even wondering if my parents’ death was really an accident,” she stated quietly, then stopped. “I just don’t know how I can prove it.” “I have no idea, little one.
