Distant Horizon (Backyard Starship, #6)

by J.N. Chaney

I tilted my head at her. “How do you know I won’t spill your secret?” “You won’t. And even if you did, all I’d have to do is shriek moist a few times, and everyone would fall in line.”

“Because, Tudor, when you uncovered that mole, sitting in that chair right there, you made me realize something profound. I’ve become so fixated on doing the correct thing that I’ve let myself lose sight of doing the right thing.”