Polaris, Page 40
Jack McDevitt
He was grinning. Big, wide, ear-to-ear. “Are you sure they died?”
“Alex,” I said, “that had to be their skimmer. They never got back to Morton, and nobody else is missing.”
He nodded at Maddy’s jacket. “Chase, don’t forget—these are the same people who disappeared out of the Polaris.”
