If you haven't read Frank Chadwick, here's why you might want to.
"Lightning hardly ever strikes the same place twice, but when it does- well, the second time you get hit, you feel like an idiot."
"Watching the emotions fighting for control on the faces of the kids in the crew - I thought of them as kids anyway - was like watching a sack full of cats: you knew there was a lot going on inside, but it was hard to make out exactly what."
These pearls and proverbs are scattered throughout the first person narration, and I enjoyed them as much as the plot.
This book felt like The Perils of Pauline. Serial danger. The good guys kept going from frying pan to fire to another frying pan to another fire. There was no shortage of bad guys and Duke Nukem would have had trouble finding the ammo to fight them all.
Through it all, Sasha Naradnyo, former orphan, gangster, and dope dealer tries to keep two alien children and their human guardian alive, while the Bad Guys keep popping up, dependably if not predictably.
They go from planet to space station to shuttles to big ships and little ships and more planets and more stations and more ships. The publisher's blurb implies that Sasha has an existential conflict for his soul, but as I read it I never sense that. His loyalty to those he's protecting never wavers, while the chance of being shot, sliced, shocked, drawn, quartered, feathered, and flayed is maxed out all along.
It would just be another mystery / suspense book, except that the alien cultures make the world bigger. There are six species, counting the Humans. We are the new kids on the block, and the metaphor for us and the indians and africans in this universe is obvious. We're the ones who get treated as if we aren't people, and there is gonna be a book someday where the Humans will treat the other groups badly in retaliation, as is our nature.
Meanwhile, Sasha and the Refugees will try to find a way to avoid getting caught up in fights between species, and between factions of the same species. The rest, you'll just have to read it.
It's a fun ride, a gas.
EDITS:
predictably, not predicatably
alien, not alient
My spelling is better than my typing, or my proofreading.