The Marigold once belonged to the woman who founded the Club and vanished forty years ago. Now her voice is on the radio, asking her ship to come and get her.
Dispatch says leave it alone, and Dispatch has very personal reasons for saying so. So naturally the crew of Unit 9 start planning an off-chart trip to a marker that officially doesn't exist.
The day job doesn't stop for that:
a twelve-ship wedding convoy, with two feuding families arguing over open commsa cable car stuck thirty kilometres up a space elevator, with six strangers insidea forty-voice choir whose singing is shaking its own ship aparta luxury car that has run away from home because it's sadMeanwhile their oldest members are being lured away by drone-powered convenience. Rival tow-jockey Cas Dunmore breaks down himself and would rather drift forever than call for help. And Pip is carrying a secret that gets heavier with every call.
Estimated arrival: eventually. Assuming nobody finds out first.