Derek’s muscles clench. He looks around the quaint coffee shop to make sure nobody is watching him. “What in the lunar happened. Like seriously, this couldn’t possibly have been part of the plan?”
For the first time, Derek sees that Diane is nervous. Her hands shake as she struggles to lift a coffee, her eyes averting his.
They had arranged to meet just over an hour ago. Maeve had been arrested hours earlier after the crash on the lunar surface.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. We didn’t think that the flare would damage the ship to that extent; it should have been retired decades ago, obviously.”
Derek’s face was becoming a deep red. “You could have killed them all.”
They both quieten as a robotic server passes.
Derek scratches his hand. “This is such a mess up. It really is. And what now? What happens to Maeve?”
For the first time, their eyes meet before Diane continues. “She is not being forthcoming, claiming that she knows nothing. Her mother will flinch to save her, but we need more.”
“Perhaps, she doesn’t know anything? Have your people thought of that?”
“Of course she does. Don’t be an idiot. I don’t think she’ll be forthcoming here, though. That’s where you come in.”
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