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It was a wise choice of location for a secret meeting, he thought. The many stores and cafcs made for crowded passageways. There were numerous entrances and exits, and several busy space lanes converged nearby. Glass turbolifts co
"There she is," Tyro said in a low tone. "Right on schedule."
Obi-Wan looked curiously at Rana Halion. He had studied her image in her docs, but she appeared more commanding in person. Dressed to blend with the crowd, she was wearing a brown traveler's cloak with a hood. She was a tall, lanky humanoid with white hair cut short and twisted into spikes.
Wide gold cuffs encircled each strong wrist. Even from this distance, he noted the intensity of her eyes, a blue so light they were almost colorless.
She strolled around the quad, glancing in shop windows. To a casual passerby, she appeared to be window-shopping. But Obi-Wan saw how her glance continually darted to the seats on the quad. She was definitely waiting for someone.
Tyro ordered a round of drinks so that they wouldn't be conspicuous.
Obi-Wan sipped his juice, alert for any sign of Sano Sauro. The minutes ticked by.
He could see the impatience in Rana Halion's walk. Her hands twisted together, then relaxed. She sat for several minutes, then got up to stroll again.
"Where is he?" Obi-Wan asked.
"I don't know," Tyro fretted. "I'm certain he's meeting her. it's too much of a coincidence, her being in this place. You'd think if you go to all the trouble of putting someone under surveillance that they would cooperate. How can Sauro do this to us? it's like he knows we're here."
Obi-Wan suppressed a groan. He held out his hand. "Let me see your comlink."
Tyro handed it to him. "What is it?"
Obi-Wan took out his own comlink and contacted Aiam Syk at the Temple.
"Can you run a trace on this?" he asked, reading off the data from Tyro's comlink.
Within seconds, Alam answered, "It's got a trace on it. Coming from…
the Senate. Hang on.." Obi-Wan heard data keys clicking. Alam could trace any signal. " Hmmm. Do you know a Senator Sano Sauro? It looks like he's interested in what Tyro Caladian is up to."
Obi-Wan tossed the comlink back to Tyro. "There's your answer. I suggest that you do a routine sweep of your comlink transmission security in the future."
"I was never important enough before to need to do so," Tyro said. "I guess that's a good sign."
"Except that we lost our chance to trap Sauro," Obi-Wan said.
Across the quad, a disgusted Rana Halion strode off and hailed an air taxi.
"What next?" Tyro asked. "I doubt Sauro will use any of the usual places again."
"Which is why it's time to confront him directly," Obi-Wan said. "Time is ru
Sano Sauro was at a Senate function attended by many dignitaries. Obi- Wan and Tyro slipped easily into the crowd. Obi-Wan spotted Sano Sauro and made his way over to listen. Tyro joined a group surrounding Berm Tarturi.
"So glad you could join us after all," a Senator was saying to Sauro.
"The commemoration of the dedication of the plaque on the south-facing wall of the main north-south corridor of the northeast wing of Complex Bis an important step forward in promoting the harmony of the galaxy."
"I agree," Sauro said smoothly. "Another plaque with a quotation concerning the necessity for peace will certainly heal the many bloody, savage conflicts."
The other Senator proudly puffed out his scaly green cheeks. "The artisans of my home system were responsible for the plaque."
"Then I am doubly sure it will do its job," Sauro answered. There was no trace of irony in his tone, Obi-Wan noted, but Sauro managed to convey it. Yet the apparent sincerity of his tone would make it difficult to challenge him. So did his impassive expression. The skin was stretched so tightly over the bones of his face that he rarely registered an emotion.
He caught sight of Obi-Wan. "Will you excuse me?"
Sauro suddenly headed for the exit, slithering through the crowd with the expertise of one used to escaping dull gatherings. Obi-Wan started after him, but suddenly Berm Tarturi's voice boomed out. Sauro stopped abruptly but did not turn.
"How kind of you to say that," Berm said to the group of Senators surrounding him. "No, I'm trying to keep it very quiet. It is a private matter. Yet others seek to exploit my sorrow. Oh, it's not that I expect special treatment, but those who would take advantage of a father's despair…" Tyro raised his eyebrows at Obi-Wan. Obviously, Tarturi abandoned discretion when he could gain sympathy.
Obi-Wan saw Sauro's sneer. He was contemptuous of Tarturi's tactics.
Sauro turned. His voice, hard as ice, cut through Berm's blustering like a laser. "Yes, anyone who exploits private pain is despicable." He gave Tarturi a withering look. "No matter who does it."
The Senators looked back and forth between the two enemies, some with apprehension, others avidly looking forward to a war of words. Tyro's eyes gleamed, no doubt hoping Sauro would let something slip in anger. But Sauro simply turned his back on Tarturi and slipped off through the crowd, a slim figure in black.
A group of Senators suddenly converged on Berm Tarturi while others faded back, and it took Obi-Wan several precious seconds to extricate himself from the crowd. When he pushed his way out the door, Sauro had already disappeared. Obi-Wan headed toward Sauro's suite of offices.
As soon as he entered, Sauro's personal assistant stood up. "He isn't here."
"Did he tell you to say that?" Obi-Wan brushed past him, heading for the door.
"I am calling security."
"Your choice." Obi-Wan had no more patience for protocol. He waved a hand and used the Force to slide open the door to Sauro's i
Sauro turned, startled, as Obi-Wan strode in. "This is outrageous!" he sputtered, losing his usual cool.
"You are meeting with Rana Halion secretly," Obi-Wan said.
"You don't have any evidence of that," Sauro said, regaining his composure.
"I have evidence that you put Tyro Caladian under surveillance," Obi- Wan continued.
Sauro stood behind his long desk. He was not a tall man, but the desk was low to the ground in order to give that impression. The tall red thorns of the claing bush rose from the corners, stabbing the air. His thin lips twisted as he leaned forward, resting on his knuckles. "And why shouldn't I? I don't take kindly to being investigated by young upstart attorneys. I have a legitimate concern as to who exactly this Caladian is and what he wants. The risk of assassination and sabotage are part of this job, and I must take any steps I can to protect myself. If you wish to take it up with the Senate security committee, do so."