“Clo knows these types of ships inside and out, and I’m not taking any chances. Questions?” A pause as Clo and Eris looked at one another. Then at the same time: “Who’s in charge?” Sher grinned. “Told you,” he said to Kyla. “Hand over the scratch and nobody gets hurt.” “Oh, shut up.” Kyla dug in her pocket, came up with a few coins, and smacked them into his hand. “I’m disappointed in you both.” “You deserve it,” Clo said. “You shouldn’t have bet on us. Answer the question.”
