Cibola Burn (Expanse, #4)

by James S.A. Corey

“That’s all right, kid,” the robot-thing said in a tinny Belter accent. “It ain’t news to me.” “Amos and Fayez and I got another cart going, and we came after them. To warn you.” “Okay,” Holden said. “You did great. We’re going to be fine now. How did you find us?” Elvi held up her hand terminal, took a breath, let it out. “It was complicated.” “Fair enough. What about Amos? Where’s he?” “Murtry shot him. I think he’s dead.” Holden’s face went pale and then flushed. He shook his head, and when he spoke, his voice was low and careful. “Amos isn’t dead.” “How do you know?” “If Amos goes down, it’s because literally everyone else there has already died. We’re still alive, so Amos is too.” “Don’t pay too much attention to him,” the robot monster said. “He gets a little romantic about these things. If you say the bald guy’s dead, I believe you.” “Thank you,” Elvi said by reflex. “I am sorry about it, though. I liked him.”