Dr. Elara Voss stared at the static-flecked screen. For three weeks, the deep-space array had been picking up the same repeating pattern:
The mail from a dead man had arrived. And it was far from the last thing Marcus had to say.
MF: medium frequency. Or her late mentor’s initials—Marcus Farrow. 4410: the exact coordinates of a long-abandoned radio observatory in the Nevada desert, where Marcus had died in a freak accident fifteen years ago.