Free The Salvagers by John Michael Godier

We floated forward, not lingering too long in the galley. A long row of assay facilities, control rooms for mining equipment, and computer labs followed, but no sign of the crew. Just aft of the bridge we found the communications center. That was where we most expected to find a body, since in the event of a disaster you always want someone sending maydays. In the vast distances of space the chances for rescue are slight, but at least you could consult with engineers back home, talk to your loved ones, or simply make sure everyone knew what had happened.
                  The instrument settings revealed that a crew member had been in contact with home. The dials were set to the standard emergency channel—a direct line to the Admiralty Administration in Montreal—with both the record and transmit tabs depressed, meaning that someone had been making logs and transmitting them at the same time. But whoever it was, he or she hadn't died in that room.
                  Things were much the same on the bridge: there was no sign of anyone. The computers weren't working, as expected. Then we noticed something odd: the ship's wheel was stowed. That seemed unlikely during an emergency and a cold restart. With no engines you wouldn't have the ship automatically navigating and maintaining its heading. I wondered whether it were possible that the crew of the Cape Hatteras may have intentionally set a course to Jupiter and allowed the ship to run out of fuel. The ship was last reported to be in the orbit of 974-Bernhard and had only enough helium to return home. It shouldn't have been underway anywhere as far as anyone knew, and if it was then it should have been in the direction of Earth. Two centuries ago there were no colonies at the gas giants for refueling, meaning that going out there was a one-way trip.
                  "We've got to get a look at the ship's logs," I said. "This wreck just gets stranger by the minute."
                  "I'll make it my top priority when we restore electrical power," Sanjay replied.
                  "Can we go and see the gold yet?" Neil asked.
                  "We should make a full circuit down the other corridor. It will take us to the hold," I said. I had the schematics of the Cape Hatteras memorized, having had a poster of them in my room when I was a kid.
                  We passed down the twin corridor on the other side. It was a mirror image of the other, with no sign of anyone. The only difference was that the doors to the crew's quarters were closed. That's standard, since no one leaves the door to their private space open. We left them unexplored as they were possible locations of the bodies.
                  "Once we get to the hold, we should be able to pass through the engineering compartment and come out the other side through a second door. We'll be in the same corridor we started in," I said.
                  We passed a transverse corridor that led to the other side of the ship. Its floor was cocked at an odd angle, the entry stoop sitting two feet above the level of the corridor, frozen where it had been when it lost power.
                  "What's down there?" Neil asked.
                  "Crew amenities. We're in a rotating gravity section. There's a gymn, recreation area, and dining hall."
                  "Do you think the crew could be in there?"
                  "Maybe, but I doubt it. You don't watch a movie when your ship is losing air."
                  "Unless you don't know it's leaking out," Sanjay said.
                  "We'll see several of these crossings. The next one leads to the secondary reactor rooms."
                  "Shouldn't we explore those areas?" Sanjay asked.
                  "I'll leave that up to you and your colleagues. You can be the first to explore them." I