Maeve’s movements are easy to track. She is connected to the lunar net. It is about predicting where she will be brought next. Derek needs to be there in advance, and at exactly the right time.
He continues his usual routine. All the time plotting. Nathalie seems to sense something is afoot.
“Still thinking about her, Derek?”
And, “there are other girls.”
He frowns, telling her that he’s okay. She would try to stop him, there’s no doubt about it.
At four o’clock, he leaves work early and heads to the tavern in Delta B. It’s a long journey and involves travelling between habitats, separated by hundreds of miles on the Lunar Express. It’s just the same as a train on Earth, except its passage is enclosed in regolith.
Derek hasn’t done this before, but there is no other option.
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Maeves looks out at the cratered lunar surface from her cell. This is not how she thought she’d end up. She can see the Earth in the distance. So much opportunity gone. Her lawyer thinks her defence is futile, even if she never did anything wrong. Nobody believes her, except Derek. And he seems to be leaving her when she scans his position.
She lies down on the cold cell floor, a solitary pillow her only comfort.
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