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Holden felt his chest tighten a little It wasn’t soht about When, a second later, Naoot nothing to do with it,” Amos said “No Jesus in the squeeze trade But sos So a way to ship offworld, and they never go back?” Naomi asked, her voice quiet
“Maybe,” Amos said, his voice as flat and conversational as ever “Maybe some do But most of them just … disappear, eventually Used up Most of them”
For a ti drunk
“Amos,” she said, her voice thick “I never—”
“So I’d like to find this little girl before someone uses her up, and she disappears I’d like to do that for her,” Aht for a h “For her dad”
Holden thought they were done, and started to slip ahen he heard A to kill whoever snatched her”
Chapter Thirty: Bobbie
Prior to working for Avasarala at the UN, Bobbie had never even heard of Mao-Kski Mercantile, or if she had, she hadn’t noticed She’d spent her whole life wearing, eating, or sitting on products carted through the solar syste it After she’d gone through the files Avasarala had given her, she’d been astonished at the size and reach of the company Hundreds of ships, dozens of stations, nificant properties on every habitable planet and hter had owned her own racing ship And that was the daughter he didn’t like
When Bobbie tried to i so wealthy you could own a spaceship just to coirl had run away to be an OPA rebel probably said a lot about the relationship of wealth and content that philosophical
She’d grown up solidly Martian middle class Her father had done twenty as a Marine nonco after he’d left the corps Bobbie’s family had always had a nice home She and her two older brothers had attended a private prione on to university without having to take out student loans Growing up, she’d never once thought of herself as poor
She did now
Owning your own racing ship wasn’t even wealth It was like speciation It was conspicuous consu ancient Earth royalty, a pharaoh’s pyraht it was the most ridiculous excess she’d ever heard of
And then she cliht shuttle onto Jules-Pierre Mao’s private L5 station