Chapter 4: The Man Who Finds Things Fast

By the end of the first week, Nora had a working rhythm, and rhythms, she'd learned a long time ago, were the only thing that made fieldwork survivable: up before dawn, gear check, out on the Persistence by six, back at the dock by mid-afternoon to download telemetry and recalibrate whatever the salt air had started corroding, dinner at the Tideline more nights than not because the cottage kitchen...