“You ask yourself what happens,” Miller said. “Ask yourself what Naomi’d do.” Holden barked out a laugh. “Is that how you make your decisions?” Miller let his eyes close. Juliette Mao was there, sitting on the couch at her old apartment on Ceres. Fighting the crew of the stealth ship to a standstill. Burst open by the alien virus on the floor of her shower stall. “Something like it,” Miller said.”
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