Drake had drawn a very fine line across the chart.
It was short, clean and entirely free of patrol boats.
Captain Leah Rusk put a finger halfway along it.
“What’s this?”
“Controlled station.”
“I can read. Why is the warning about possible impoundment on the sheet I received after the offer?”
Merrit stopped counting the cargo slips.
Drake heard the small silence she produced and disliked it immediately.
