Chapter 10

Chapter 10

S he’d forgotten the ship’s pilot was Daedalus. Not that she knew him all that well except by reputation, but it was hard to be angry at a man who stayed so calm. Who had a reasonable answer for everything. Just like Trafford.

Trafford would tell her to listen to him. If he said the flying cat hadn’t eaten the fish, then it hadn’t eaten the fish. Because there hadn’t been any fish bones anywhere, and the fish weren’t much smaller than the cat, so it couldn’t have eaten them whole.

Overreacting. Too emotional. When she should be apologising for making such a stupid mistake…

Except the fish were still missing. The computer had counted them, not her. Computers didn’t make mistakes.

Maybe he was right, and the fish were eating each other.

Except that tilapia ate algae and plant matter, not other fish.

She blew out a frustrated breath. The pilot obviously knew nothing about fish, nor did he care about them. His job was to fly the ship. Hers was to take care of the fish.

So the most sensible thing to do would be to stop harassing the pilot, and go back to her room, where she could pull up the camera feeds in the cargo bay on her wallscreen, and watch them for the rest of the voyage. Sure, she needed to eat and sleep and use the bathroom, but she was bound to see something.

Even if she did see the flying cat use a computer to open the tanks, steal the fish, then hide the bodies.

Oh, stars, she was going to burst out laughing, and then Daedalus would lose the limited respect he had for her.

“Hysterical. Typical. This is why you always fail,” Trafford’s voice taunted in her head, killing all thought of laughter.

Primula hurried off. She had a mystery to solve, so she wouldn’t fail.