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"We assumed that," Qui-Gon said.
"My friend did the rest. We drove the body to the alley and left it there. Along with my eye, alas. I knew the security police would not bother to run ID scans on the body — there are some advantages to being someone nobody cares about. Just another piece of riffraff meeting a sad end.
They'd accept the text doc identification and just cart the body to the morgue. Nobody would shed a tear."
"Didi did," Qui-Gon said sternly.
Fligh brightened. "He did? He is such a good friend!"
"But why would Ona Nobis be after you?" Obi-Wan wondered aloud. "You didn't have Zan Arbor's datapad any longer. You gave it to Astri."
Fligh shrugged. "I was just a loose end, I guess."
"Oh, I think you were more than that," Qui-Gon said, crossing his arms. "You're leaving something out, Fligh. The body was found drained of blood. Why did you do that?"
"Because that was how Ona Nobis left her victims," Fligh responded.
"Six of my fellow riffraff were found that way."
"But we didn't know that yet. No one had yet traced Zan Arbor to Ren S'orn, or any other victim. We didn't even know Zan Arbor had anything to do with the attack on Didi."
"Ah, Jedi logic, so impressive," Fligh said nervously. "Are you sure?
" Qui-Gon nodded. "Very sure. Which means that you knew Zan Arbor was behind the attack. And you knew she was conducting experiments that involved extracting blood from her victims."
"Hmm, interesting point," Fligh said. "I find I must agree. Maybe I did know that. Maybe I traced a few of the murdered riffraff to Zan Arbor's lab. Maybe that's why I stole her data-pad in the first place. But I didn't see why it would help Didi to know that. At the time. I felt badly after he was hurt, of course. Maybe I should have warned him after all. Maybe I should be a better person in general. But at least I am watching over Astri while Didi is in your excellent Jedi hands. I'll protect her if anything happens. Of course," Fligh added quickly, edging away with an uneasy smile, "I am hopeless at protection and therefore delighted to see that the Jedi are by her side. Obviously, I am not needed, so I guess I'll just head off.
…"
"Not so fast," Qui-Gon said, catching Fligh by the elbow. "I have more questions. What about Senator S'orn's datapad?"
"What about it?" Fligh asked.
"What happened to it?"
Obi-Wan looked at Fligh curiously. He hadn't thought of the question, but he was interested in the answer. Once they had identified Je
"I still have it," Fligh said. "I haven't had a chance to sell it yet." He slipped a small data-pad out of his tunic. "See?"
Qui-Gon took it from him.
"There you go," Fligh said, waving a hand. "I won't even ask for credits. See how generous I can be with stolen property? You will have to erase all those files on it. Just Senate holo transcripts of speeches. Or leave them, and you can use them as a sleeping potion." Fligh made a loud snoring noise. "Take it from me. Very dull. Now, if you don't need me, I'll be going. This world is too depressing, even for me. I think I'll head back to the fun-filled world of Coruscant."
Waving, Fligh took off. Qui-Gon turned his attention to the datapad.
He quickly accessed the files and searched through them. Obi-Wan watched over his shoulder. Hovercams recorded all Senate proceedings. Each Senator could download transcripts into their own datapads for official records.
Senator S'orn had recordings of several speeches she had made.
Qui-Gon shut down the datapad. He glanced at Adi.
"What are you thinking?" he asked her quietly.
"I do not like how Uta S'orn keeps coming into this mission," Adi said. "Let's get to the landing platform."
Chapter 14
On the way to the platform, Qui-Gon contacted Tahl and asked her to investigate the odd bacteria formation on Belasco.
He was about to sign off when he had a thought. "Tahl, can you forward the official Senate hovercam transcripts from… hold on." Qui-Gon accessed the file listing and read out the dates and times.
"Sure," Tahl said dryly. "I just love dealing with the Senate bureaucracy. Nothing I like better."
"That's what I thought." Smiling, Qui-Gon cut the communication.
"Why did you ask Tahl to do that?" Siri asked.
"Just a hunch. I want to make sure the transcript on Senator S'orn's datapad matches the official filed version," Qui-Gon explained. "I've heard of senators bribing the operators to alter official transcripts for one reason or another. There must be a reason Senator S'orn has kept those transcripts on her datapad. Maybe we'll find out why."
At the docking platform, the Jedi headed for the official in charge of off-planet vessel registration. Transports to Belasco had slowed to a trickle as word had reached the galaxy of the water shortage. It was easy for the dockmaster to check the records over the past two days.
"That V-wing cruiser is unusual," the official said. "You don't see many of them in private use. I think I can find it… here it is.
Registered to a Belascan native who was arriving home. Cir L'ani and one passenger."
"Do you have a record of the passenger?" Adi asked. "Can you give us a description?"
"Do you think I remember every ship that docks here?" the official asked, shaking his head. "Just the pilot of the vessel registered. That's all we require. Sorry."
They thanked the official and walked out onto the busy platform.
"It could be them," Adi said. "But we need proof."
"Let's ask a worker," Qui-Gon suggested. He gazed around the platform. "Why don't we each pick someone and see what we can find out."
The group split off. Obi-Wan stayed where he was. He sca
But then he noticed a young woman, dressed in the coveralls of a mechanic, who was working at the refueling bay. The young woman was busy doing her job, but as she worked she gazed at the different ships as they came in for landings. Something about the alertness on her face caught Obi- Wan's attention. This was someone who admired sleek airships. She would remember the V-wing cruiser.