I’ve been keeping myself busy studying coding and playing with my cat, Singer. Long-distance space travel has turned out to be incredibly boring, but at least the food on the Lady Elizabeth is good. When we finally reach the second sector of our twenty-six-sector journey, I think everyone on board is ready to celebrate.

Everyone except the couple in the cabin across the corridor from me. They’ve had their privacy screen in place since we left Cenclare. Galactic regulations mean that someone has to inspect their cabin as we enter Beta Sector, though.

I should have skipped breakfast the first morning in Beta Sector. That would have been far better than being in the corridor when the door across the hall was finally opened. The last thing I wanted to see was another dead body, and this time there were two of them. Now I’m tangled up in another murder investigation and everyone on the Lady Elizabeth knows it.