There was a ship in the dock, and next to the refuse of Leonis Alpha, the craft was a flower among weeds. It was sleek and white, without a scratch to mar its shining surface. The legs were spindly and delicate, and the ship daintily perched on them. Whoever owned this vessel was likely wealthier than the entire station put together. Jane would definitely want to meet them—thatLibs knew even before the hatch opened.
Before anyone emerged, Libs scaled a ladder and scurried along the catwalk above the ship to a spot that gave him a view of the entire docking bay as well as all the exits. He halted and flattened himself to the metal grate, not moving an inch, not even to blink, then waited for the ship’s owner to emerge.