set?”
Sullivan nodded. “Has Frank arrived yet?”
Hammond stopped walking. “Frank said he’d be going to Faris with you?”
“Yes. Why?”
“I put him on a ship for Edaline three hours ago. After he gave me these coordinates to pick you up at.”
Sullivan clenched his jaw. “He told us he’d deliver the coordinates to you but wouldn’t be coming back to the safe house in case he was followed. He said he’d meet us here.”
“All I know,” Hammond said, “is that the day before yesterday he had me schedule a flight for Edaline. Said you were sending him there. And when I last saw him, he said to tell you that he was sorry.”
Sullivan began walking again. “Damn it! Hurry up! Get this ship off the ground as soon as you can, Dale!”
Hammond nodded and ran ahead of them.
“What’s going on, Rick?” asked Kate.
“I don’t know, but Frank lied to us for some reason.”
“You’re going after him, aren’t you?”
“I have to, Kate. He’s my best friend. I’ve known something was wrong for months, and I should have done more. I want you to stay here.”
“Absolutely not. I’m coming with you.”
“Kate, please. The situation on Edaline isn’t entirely stable. There are groups of loyalists still trying to overthrow the new government.”
Kate looked up at Sullivan. “I’m coming, Rick.”
Sullivan shook his head. From the airlock of the ship, Hammond began waving at them. “We should go now, Rick!”
Sullivan sighed. “All right.” He grabbed Kate by the arm and ran toward the ship. He pushed her through the airlock, tossed his bag onto the floor and closed the hatch behind him. “We’re on, Dale, get this ship off the ground!”
He heard the freighter begin to power up as he made his way to the cockpit. Kate was settling into the chair behind Hammond, watching as he readied the ship for liftoff. Sullivan took the seat beside Hammond.
“We’re not going to Faris, are we?” Hammond asked.
“No, we’re not.”
Hammond nodded. “Making an unscheduled landing and falsifying a flight plan? It’ll mean a big fine when I get back.”
Kate leaned forward. “I’ll take care of it, Dale. Take us to Edaline.”
SULLIVAN RAPPED HIS fingers on the table. He, Kate and Hammond were sitting in the ship’s lounge. The remnants of their meal lay scattered across the table. “I should have realized it sooner.”
Kate looked over at him. “What?”
“That Frank was up to something.”
“Do you know what it is?”
“He’s the detective, not me. But I have a feeling it has something to do with the hyperspace entities.” Sullivan glanced around him, suddenly aware that they could be watching, listening. He lowered his voice. “After Liz died and he encountered the entity that took her form, something in him changed. And I think the entity may have been visiting him these past few months.”
“Visiting him? On Silvanus?”
“Yes. Based on what we know about the entities—at least, based on what they’ve told us about themselves—they are able to cross over into our universe. It seems they don’t have as much power when they do, but they can still interact with us. I heard Frank talking to himself a few times. I asked him, but he denied it.”
Hammond leaned forward. “Do you have any proof of this?”
“No. I never saw anything myself. But it all lines up.”
“What do they want with him?” asked Kate. “Why is he going to Edaline?”
“I can think of only one reason. Dale, how badly damaged was the ship that you crashed during the war?”
“I have no idea. Most of the side of the cargo bay was gone and at least one engine.”
“But what about the hyperspace components? Were they damaged?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t have much time to study the display before Frank and I bailed out of there.”
Sullivan nodded. “If the hyperspace components weren’t damaged, would it be possible to take them out and put them in another