The Vanishing Frequency
When signal physicist Dr. Maren Voss receives a fragmented voice message from her brother Jonas at 04:37 in a fog-veiled Kessler District park, she knows three things: he is in tro
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Science Fiction Mystery books
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Science Fiction Mystery on the shelf
The Velluto Protocol
Six weeks of dead ends. Coded messages. A contact who promised her everything and then vanished. Now Cassidy Warren is stepping onto the shuttle Meridian-9 with a single thread lef
The Lazarus Frequency
The dead don't broadcast. They don't send encrypted pings across orbital frequencies at 0300 station-time, looping a message that names a crew member who died eleven years ago on a
The Null Memory
The glass core is still warm when Mara Okafor walks into 4C on Larch Street. The amber is dying, the lattice cooling from ninety-three degrees, seconds from irrecoverable. Under it
The Uncounted
The clock read 02:17 when the first uncounted name appeared on Maren Voss's screen, and it was her own. Seventeen monitors hum in the Bureau Dispatch office, each thread pulling th