Torch Ship Hermes

“SO DID YOU AND SAM EVER GET MARRIED?” JADE ASKED.

Sitting in one of the comfortable armchairs in the torch ship’s lounge, Jill Meyers smiled enigmatically. “Not yet. I got the little SOB to within an eyelash of saying ‘I do’ a couple of times, but both times he scampered out on me before we could make it official.”

“And now ... ?”

“Why do you think I’ve hired this ship? I’ll get him this time. I want to see the look on his face when he sees me—with a minister at my side.”

Despite herself Jade laughed.

“You know, there’s somebody else on this ship you should talk to,” Meyers said. “He was working with Sam when Sam got accused of genocide.”

“Genocide!”

“You haven’t heard about that one? Well, I guess they did hush it up afterward. But still—”

“He’s on this ship? I’ve got to interview him!”

Meyers nodded. “I’ll introduce you to him. His name’s Steve Wright.”