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"… you postulate that these terrible crimes were somehow co
To the Dornagain, titles and names were one and the same. Torin gritted her teeth and let it stand. Besides, being paranoid had been part of her job.
"Civilian Salvage Operator ex-Sergeant Page clearly had a falling out with someone, of that we can agree."
All Dornagain sounded vaguely patronizing. Torin reminded herself not to take it personally.
"But to extrapolate his unfortunate fate into something larger is distinctly premature. We do not yet have his post mortem…"
Page had been so lovingly brutalized the odds were good his torturer had left DNA behind.
"… or any forensic evidence from his ship or salvage that might co
It would have only muddied the waters to admit that the other murders hadn't been reported. Given the distances, it would take some time before the Wardens could compare notes across sectors.
"We are able to recognize coincidence," One Who Maintains Order at the Edge continued. "But I assure you, we will conduct a full investigation once all the evidence is in. Thank you for bringing this to the attention of the Wardens' office." Unlacing her claws, she tapped out a fast sequence against an active screen on her desk. "If you provide the pertinent data to my assistant, you will, of course, be compensated for the fold."
"Feel free to say I told you so."
Craig turned far enough to see Torin's profile. She didn't look particularly angry. If he had to say, she looked weary. "What about?"
Her snort had no force backing it. "The Wardens."
"I told you so."
"Fuk you." There wasn't a lot of force behind her laugh either, but at least she was laughing.
Leaning out over the railing, Craig swept a critical gaze over the station's central hub. He could smell chilies cooking although he couldn't nail where the smell came from. Not that it mattered; most Taykan food was hot enough to fry Human taste buds-ghost peppers had been an early Taykan import-and he'd be willing to bet he could get decent tucker anywhere on the station. "We've got a hookup paid for by the government until tomorrow, might as well eat out."
"Can we afford it?"
"We can. There's a card game in maintenance with my name on it and it's bangers to bust that someone's going to put their faith in trip nines." Torin was a competent player; if she joined the game, he had faith in her ability to break even. When he turned to face her, she was staring off into the middle distance, one finger tapping on a plastic plug cover. "Beer and tomagoras." He nudged her shoulder with his. "Maybe go crazy and have a little armee on the side. What do you say?"
She frowned. "Can you hack Fancy's system?"
Not what he'd expected her to say, that was for damned sure. "You want to use Page's credits?" When Torin turned to face him, Craig raised both hands and took a step back, fairly certain she wouldn't take a swing at him but not one hundred percent positive and definitely not willing to find out. "Hey, I talk about replacing what we spend on food in a card game and you ask if I can hack his ship. I jumped to the logical conclusion. Now I've had a chance to think about it, what I should have asked was: What the fuk are you talking about?"
Torin narrowed her eyes but stopped looking like she wanted to disembowel him. "The Dornagain don't work quickly."
"No shit."
"Jan and Sirin died defending their cargo from pirates. Pirates tortured Page but ignored his salvage. Two exceptions to the rules could mean the rules are changing. If the pirates are changing the rules, they're going to be moving a lot faster than One Who Maintains. I want to know if Page was in contact with the Firebreather. If so, they could have passed on the information that got him tortured to death."
"Why?"
"Why?" she repeated.
He hadn't been shot that look since the early days when, he suspected, she'd considered him a distinct species. Not a Marine, therefore nothing to do with her. "I know you're angry about this, Torin, hell, I'm angry about this, but a tenday ago you didn't even know pirates existed."
"And?"
"And now suddenly it's your responsibility to stop them." He scratched at the spot on his jaw where the depilatory wore off first. "Look, I get that your first inclination is to fix shit, but this shit, you can't fix. We've brought it to the Wardens, who will take their time doing sweet fuk all, and now we get on with things."
"You done?"
Worse than the look was the tone. Craig hated that tone. That gu
"We work and live in the dark between the systems," she pointed out. U
And about the undeniable fact that ex-Gu
"All right, fine." It wasn't like he hadn't known that about her from the begi
Torin snorted. "We're on a Taykan station. They're not that hard to distract."
Page's ship wasn't guarded. No reason why it should have been, Torin supposed. One Who Maintains wouldn't consider it part of an ongoing investigation until she had, as she'd said, a lot more evidence. They walked unchallenged into the repair bay and across the deck, footsteps echoing. Without the added bulk of her pen segments-they'd been tethered outside-Fancy looked dwarfed by her surroundings. Someone had run a ramp up to her air lock, but the outer door remained closed and the telltales were red.
"Let's hope they haven't recoded the lock," Craig muttered, fingers on the pad. On cue, the telltales turned green, and both outer and i
Torin followed Craig into the tiny air lock. He paused at the i