Hawk and Opal had headed back to the ship on a transit shuttle, opting to stay on it, instead of at one of the many accommodations scattered across the weigh station. They’d left the ship’s shuttles behind for the crew. It felt like an eternity had passed by the time Reaper reappeared. His form solidified, then he picked up what was left of Fallon’s drink and tossed it down his throat. Reaper hissed, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “What happened? Where’d they go?” Fallon asked. If they went back to the Anemone, then he was screwed. Reaper held up a finger. Fallon shoved it aside. “Did you find them?” Reaper’s dark gaze locked on him and he hesitated. “I did,” he said. “And?” he asked impatiently. Reaper ordered two more drinks. “And I don’t think you’re going to like what I found.”
