One frigate. A hundred and seven dead. One junior officer who won't go along with the story. <p/>Ensign Tanner Calloway drew the outer system for his first posting - Four months out of the Academy. Two months married, aboard a sixty-year-old patrol frigate held together by her chief's stubbornness and a maintenance log nobody up the chain wants to read. <p/>One warning, written eighteen times in the log and buried eighteen times: the hull won't take the strain. <p/>Then something answers back in the black of the Jovian transit corridor. Something with no transponder and no business being there, closing on a countdown to inevitable failure. <p/>The Board wants a clean story.
>The first novel of the Heliosphere series - hard, cold, character-driven military science fiction about the price of telling the truth.
