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OverviewPetra Vasik was dead. She had been dead for some time. Remy crouched beside her and did the things that had to be done. Checked for pulse. Checked for breath. Noted the time. Their hands were completely steady, because the hands were always steadier than everything else. There was no obvious cause. Her position on the corridor floor was not a position that suggested she had fallen - it was too arranged for that, too settled. Remy had seen people who had fallen and people who had been placed, and the difference was in the geometry.Someone is dead on Retrieval Station Oikos-7. The airlock has been cycled. The nearest authority is days away. And the only person willing to ask the hard questions is the engineer who fixes things for a living - not crimes. Remy Okafor is fifty-seven years old, AuDHD, perpetually under-caffeinated, and far better at diagnosing a failing relay than reading a room. They didn't ask to be the station's unofficial detective. But when Petra Vasik is found dead in a service corridor she had no reason to be in - positioned in a way that doesn't fit any story except one - Remy's brain does what it always does: finds the pattern, holds it, refuses to let it go. On a remote deep-space outpost with eight souls, no backup, and no way out, everyone is a suspect. The junior technician who found the body. The medical officer who confirmed the death. The archives technician who knows more than they're saying. And the small, stubborn crew that Remy has - somewhere between the first posting and the ninth - started to think of as theirs. Remy doesn't solve problems the way a detective would. They solve them the way an engineer does: methodically, piece by piece, the way they once took apart a plug at eight years old just to understand how the current moved. Every inconsistency is a loose wire. Every alibi is a circuit to trace. The locked-station mystery has one correct solution - like a sudoku. Remy just has to find it before the distant authority arrives and asks the questions Remy isn't yet ready to answer. A locked-station murder mystery set aboard a remote deep-space outpost - with a found-family crew, a neurodivergent engineer-detective, and no galaxy-wide war in sight. Perfect for readers who love: Locked-room and locked-station murder mysteries with a fair-play clues-suspects-reveal structure Cozy mysteries in speculative fiction or sci-fi settings Space station and remote outpost stories - intimate scale, no intergalactic war, no alien invasions Amateur sleuth fiction where the detective is a working-class professional rather than a cop Neurodivergent protagonists (AuDHD rep) whose different thinking is the engine of the plot Found-family ensemble casts with warmth, dry humour, and stakes that are personal rather than epic Middle-aged and older protagonists who bring hard-won wisdom and quiet competence to every problem Mystery fiction that plays fair - every clue is in plain sight if you're paying the right kind of attention Intimate, character-driven science fiction - closer to Agatha Christie in orbit than Star Wars Full Product DetailsAuthor: Hendrix BeechPublisher: Independently Published Imprint: Independently Published Dimensions: Width: 15.20cm , Height: 1.20cm , Length: 22.90cm Weight: 0.299kg ISBN: 9798250921831Pages: 220 Publication Date: 06 March 2026 Audience: General/trade , General Format: Paperback Publisher's Status: Active Availability: Available To Order We have confirmation that this item is in stock with the supplier. It will be ordered in for you and dispatched immediately. Table of ContentsReviewsAuthor InformationTab Content 6Author Website:Countries AvailableAll regions |
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