Rebecca Senese

Being a private detective on a space station sucks. Not official enough for high paying clients. Stuck only with the scraps the security office sends. Background checks, minor cases.

Barely enough to make the rent, never mind replace a dented food recycler.

Until a lowly dockworker comes in looking for his son.

And slams a target on an even lower private detective’s back.

Solve the case, or die trying, in the science fiction/mystery Bessel Station Blues.