Larsen ran her finger along the wall on the flight deck and examined her fingertip with some distaste. “I imagined you in something considerably sleeker, Delia. You always preferred the finer things in life.” “Needs must when you find yourself betrayed by your friends,” said Walker. She found herself almost feeling defensive of the Baba Yaga, which had served her well so far. “Anyway, it’s done the job. It got me off Hennessy’s World, and it’s got me this far.” She settled back in her sling. “You said you had a story to tell, Kay. Or were you just trying to save your skin?” Larsen leaned back wearily against the wall. “I’m tired of games. Really, I’m done.” “Then why did you betray me to Latimer?” Walker’s voice almost shook as she remembered that day: the conversation with Kay, confirming the pregnancy, and her sudden and world-shattering dismissal. The sense of dislocation, of being at sea. She was not sure that she had quite recovered from the shock yet.
