by Chris Bunch
‘That’s why we hired you on the switchboard,’ Samothrake said.
‘What do we do?’
Samothrake considered, looking at the thronged gaming floor.
The glowing hand swept across the top of Wolfe’s watch, and his thumb touched a sensor.
The ‘relay box’ exploded, sending metal shattering across the empty attic, the blast tearing lifts, ropes, cascading them down through the false ceiling onto the still-vacant stage below.
Screams knifed from the tourists just beginning to crowd into the theater.
Dorothy squeaked as she heard the detonation, then ran hard for the exit.
Samothrake took a com from his tuxedo’s inner pocket and touched a single sensor.
‘All stations, all stations. Begin immediate evacuation of the casino. This is not a drill! Security . . . alert the police, advise them bombs have been planted in the casino. I repeat, this is not a drill!’
His voice was still unruffled.
Candia pelted down the dock and jumped down into the Dolphin.
Thetis already had the drive on. She cast off the single mooring, reversed away from the dock, and at quarter speed pulled out into the harbor.
Sutro’s security element retreated toward the only place they knew to be safe slowly, carefully, skilled combat veterans.
As before, four of the biggest surrounded the fence, while the others leapfrogged each other’s movements, guns in their hands, ready.
An old woman saw them, squealed in fear, and limped out of the way.
The men with the guns paid her no mind.
They reached the dock, ran down it. As they did, the lighter’s side hatch opened. A man stuck his head out.
‘Get the drive started! Some asshole set off a -’ Rosser flattened as a metal cylinder tumbled through the air from the lighter. It hit a foot away, bounced, and went off. A thin mist hissed out.
Rosser came to his knees, lifted a gun that was suddenly too heavy, tried to aim at the man in the lighter hatch, and collapsed.
There were other gas grenades rolling around the dock, and men were falling, squirming, then lying motionless.
The two men at the landward end of the dock, rear security, outside the gas’s influence, dropped into a kneeling stance. One pulled a wire stock from inside his coat, clipped it to his gun, then went down as a wisp of gas took him.
The other fired, sending a blast of green energy smashing into the empty night, the noise burying the tiny twang of Wolfe’s dart gun.
The guard clutched at his throat, tried to find words, half rose, then went down.
Wolfe leapt onto the dock, Libanos behind him, and went to where five men lay. Three were faceup, and he paid them no mind. He rolled the fourth over onto his back and saw the heavy beard. He took out the light and blinked once into the harbor.
He and Libanos dragged the other eight to the lifter, tied them hand and foot, and dumped them into the cargo compartment. Libanos got behind the lighter’s controls and keyed switches; the drive surged, and the lifter moved against its moorings.
A few seconds later the Dolphin cruised in.
Wolfe picked up Sutro’s body, seemingly without effort, carried it to the boat, and slid it down into the stern seat.
He waved to Libanos, who brought the cargo lighter up just clear of the water, spun it, and at half speed headed out of the harbor toward Thrinacia. Wolfe jumped down into the Dolphin.
‘Any time you’re ready,’ he said.
Thetis gunned the boat away, and the dock was bare and empty, the last gas mist fading against the glare from the casino as firefighters and police vehicles swanned toward it from ground and air.
FOURTEEN
Edet Sutro’s body was strapped to a door that had been removed from its hinges and laid across two stone benches in the mansion’s wine cellar. Wolfe touched the tip of a spray to Sutro’s neck and pressed a stud.
‘He’ll be back with us shortly,’ Joshua said. ‘Candia, would you pack our stuff. We’ll be leaving as soon as we finish our chat and Mister Libanos comes back with the lighter.’
‘How long do we have?’ Candia asked.
‘You mean before we have to worry about the law? Probably almost forever. Sutro’s boys, being illegals, will take a long time to decide it’s okay to go legal and holler for help.
‘As for the heat themselves - first somebody with the casino will have to make the connection between me and that bomb, which should take three or four days. About that time they’ll start checking everybody who has anything to do with the place, and you’ll be the only one who turns up missing. Then they’ll play connect-the-dots.
‘By then we’ll be on our third jump out of here, and the Libanoses will have gone to ground wherever they wish.
‘Ah. Mister Sutro has returned,’ he said, seeing the bearded man’s eyelids flutter. ‘Now, if you’ll excuse us.’
Thetis had been staring fascinatedly at the bound figure. ‘What are you going to do to him?’
Joshua half smiled. ‘Very little. Mister Sutro is no fool, and so he’ll be more than willing to share a bit of his tawdry past with me.’
The girl hesitated and then, at Candia’s frown, followed the older woman out and up the stairs. The door closed with a thud.
Sutro’s eyes were open, sentience returning.
‘Edet, my name is Joshua Wolfe. I know who you are, what you are,’ the warrant hunter said without preamble.
‘You’re the gambler that was looking for me,’ Sutro said.
‘I was looking for you. But I’m not a gambler.’
‘What, then? Law? FI?’
‘Let’s say . . . freelance talent.’
‘Who are you working for?’
‘Since I’m the one who isn’t tied up,’ Wolfe said, ‘I prefer to ask the questions.’
‘You won’t get any answers.’
‘Oh, but I shall.’ Joshua pulled up two empty crates and sat on one. He reached in his pocket, took out the Lumina, put it on the other crate between the two. Sutro started and then tried to cover it.
‘You remember a thief named Innokenty Khodyan?’
Sutro clamped his lips shut. Joshua put a hand on the Lumina, waited until it flamed high, and fixed his stare on Sutro. The man squirmed.
‘I do,’ he said. ‘He got killed before I could meet him.’
‘I killed him.’
‘Ben Greet said he’d been taken by a warrant hunter.’
‘That’s one of my trades.’
‘There aren’t any warrants on me.’
‘I know that. At least not under the name of Sutro. And I don’t have much interest in knowing what your parents tagged you with.’
‘What do you want to know?’
‘Innokenty Khodyan was a pro. He’d hit ten, a dozen worlds, then go to his fence - I don’t know if he always used you or if there were others to dump what he had.
‘I’m guessing he mostly worked off tips and the obvious targets.
‘He did that on his last run. With one exception. This stone.’
‘How do you know that?’
‘Sutro, I’m not a fool. You’re big, you’re good, but I don’t think even you would know just where to fence an Al’ar Lumina.’
Sutro didn’t answer.
‘You know of a man named Malcolm Penruddock? A retired judge on Mandodari III. Crooked, the word had it. He owned this Lumina, and Innokenty Khodyan took it from him.’
‘Never heard of him,’ Sutro said. ‘I bought from Innokenty, bought almost anything he had. He knew what to steal and what it was worth. He never said anything about that Al’ar rock when he messaged me and said he was ready to sell some things.’
‘Don’t lie, Edet,’ Wolfe said, his tone mild. ‘You will not be rewarded in the afterlife.
‘Who came to you, told you about Penruddock’s Lumina, and said they wanted it?’
Sutro shook his head.
‘There’s two ways I could go,’ Wolfe said. ‘Three,
come to think about it. The messy way, which could get bloody and take a while. The Al’ar way . . .’
He picked up the Lumina and held it in front of Sutro’s eyes. The man squirmed, trying to pull away from it.
‘Let me remind you of something, Edet,’ Wolfe went on. ‘I spent six years with the Al’ar. Three as their prisoner . . . and three more before that. Studying their ways.
‘Sometimes the Al’ar needed information. Then they’d decide to take a prisoner. You know how often he talked? All the time, Edet. One hundred percent. Of course, he wasn’t worth much afterward. The mind didn’t come back like it should’ve.
‘Mostly the Al’ar did the merciful thing and killed them. But a few lived. I guess, somewhere back in the Federation, there’s probably still a couple of wards full of those people, rotting, dead except their chests move every now and again. We could do it like that, Edet.
‘But I’m not as good as the Al’ar. I might get a little sloppy.’
He paused. ‘That’s another way. Then there’s the sensible way.’ He set the Lumina to the side. ‘You tell me what I want to know, and I’ll give you something that’ll maybe keep you alive for a while.’
‘Right.’ Sutro sneered. ‘I go first, of course.’
‘No,’ Joshua said. ‘I’ll tell you right now. As I said, this is the sensible way. Penruddock’s dead. So’s his wife. I was with them when they got killed.’
‘Why do I care about a couple of bodies I’ve never even heard of?’
‘Lying again, Sutro. Don’t do that.’ Wolfe reached out with a finger and ran it caressingly down behind Sutro’s ear and along his jaw line. The bearded man bellowed in agony, his eyes going wide in shock like a poleaxed steer.
Wolfe waited until the man’s moans subsided.
‘They were killed in sort of an unusual way. Two cargo lighters full of gunsels came in at full tilt, strafed their house, then hauled to the spaceport where their ship was waiting. From there, they vanished like they’d never been.
‘I thought that was a little exotic a way to do paybacks for a little malfeasance in office.
‘Now, the interesting thing, and the reason I think he was killed, was I’d shown up on Mandodari III. I was using my real name, which was a mistake. I’m guessing somebody knew who I was, maybe had an ear on Penruddock’s com, and didn’t want us to get too friendly.
‘It takes money to hire a ship and hitters who don’t give a shit if they scatter a few bodies around the landscape.
‘I’d be a little concerned if I were you, Sutro, that maybe your client might want to police up the other end of the connection.
‘Now you know what I was going to tell you. You return the favor, I unstrap you, and before we lift I’ll drop a call to your goons to come get you.
‘Then you better think about doing a little running yourself.’
Sutro licked his lips, thinking. Wolfe sat completely still.
‘All right,’ the fence said after a time. ‘I’ve got no choice, do I? The Lumina was a contract job. You’re right. I went to Innokenty, gave him the word, told him what it paid.
‘It was a lot, Wolfe. Enough for the stupid bastard to just go in, grab the Lumina and get out.
‘But you know crooks. Never steal one thing if they can take a dozen.’ Sutro tried to shrug but found the straps confining. ‘Not that I gave a rat’s ass. I thought it’d maybe put up a smoke screen.’
‘So who was the client?’
‘You aren’t going to believe me. It was the Chitet.’
Wolfe tried to cover his reaction but failed.
‘That’s right,’ Sutro went on. ‘Maybe you best take your own advice and think about hatting out of town, eh? Maybe whatever commission you’ve been offered for whatever you’re hunting doesn’t look so fat once you realize you’re going up against an entire goddamned culture, now, does it?
‘Also explains how somebody could afford to hire all those heavies that slotted Penruddock, doesn’t it?’
‘Thanks for the advice, Edet,’ Joshua said dryly. ‘Now get back to the point.’
Sutro shrugged. ‘One of their sobersides came to me, said they wanted something. They, not he. I asked him if he was speaking for the movement or whatever they call themselves. He said as far as I was concerned, yes. Then he told me the details. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about. I wasn’t a man who dealt with crooks, let alone jewel thieves. He must be thinking of some other person named Sutro.
‘The man just smiled politely and told me . . . well, let’s say he told me enough about myself so I would’ve been wasting time playing innocent any longer.
‘They had a complete file on Penruddock. Who he was, who his wife was screwing, plans of their house, data about their servants . . . everything. The file was like what I’d imagine Federation Intelligence might have.’
‘What was their price?’
‘Ten million credits on delivery. Plus my expenses.’
Wolfe lifted an eyebrow. ‘Penruddock told me he paid only two and a half for it.’
‘And he was paying top credit. I’ve seen - heard, actually - of two or three of those things surfacing, and generally they go out for one and a half, maybe two, outside.
‘But who was I to tell the Chitet they were wasting their money?’
‘What did they want with it?’
‘Come on, Wolfe. I wasn’t about to ask that kind of question.’
‘Any theories?’
Sutro shook his head.
‘How do you know it was the Chitet? Couldn’t it have been maybe a dozen of them who’d decided to go into some kind of business of their own?’
‘Could have been,’ Sutro said. ‘But I don’t think so. I was given a complete list of com sites to use if there were any problems. There were places on ten, a dozen worlds, plus some blankies I don’t know where.’
‘So you were briefed, and I assume they gave you a retainer. How big?’
‘A mill.’
‘That tends to make you take people seriously. What came next?’
‘I went to Innokenty and put him in motion.’
‘Then what?’
‘I waited.’
‘Did you have any further contact with the Chitet?’
‘That was the only physical contact I had and the only Chitet I ever met. Although he had four security types with him. All dressed like they always do, like they’re damned religious caterpillars.’
‘While Innokenty Khodyan was off being a villain did they contact you?’
‘Two, maybe three times.’
‘How impatient were they?’
‘I couldn’t tell. They were always calm, always quiet. I’d never had anything to do with them before, just read about them. They behaved just like I’d imagined they would.’
‘What happened when things went wrong and you found out Innokenty Khodyan was dead and the Lumina was gone?’
‘I contacted the main number they’d given me and talked to the voice there. They never turned their vid pickup on. And it always sounded like the same voice.’
‘How’d he take it?’
‘Weird,’ Sutro said. ‘I could have been talking about the weather. I had the strange notion that if I’d said I had the Lumina in my hand, I would’ve gotten the same no-bother comeback, as well.’
‘How did they end it?’
‘That was strange, too. I was told I could keep the retainer, and possibly I would be dealing with them again in the future. They told me to dump all the information I had, though. They’d come to me.’
‘So where’s the list of com sites?’
‘Wolfe, as you said, I’m no fool. When Ben Greet said Innokenty had been nailed by the law, I jumped out of there and reported. I would have blanked my data even if they hadn’t told me to. I’ve stayed clean because I stay clean.’
Wolfe considered for a moment, then loosened Sutro’s straps and pulled one arm free. He picked up the Lumina and held it out.
‘Ede
t, touch the stone.’
Sutro hesitated.
‘Go ahead. Nothing’ll happen to you.’
Reluctantly the fence obeyed. Once more the stone flamed colors. Wolfe closed his eyes, appeared to listen, then set the Lumina down and refastened Sutro’s bonds.
‘All right. If you’re lying, you’re lying to yourself, too.’
‘That’s all?’
‘Not quite. Now, you’re going to go through every detail, as it happened, from the time the Chitet came to you, what these men looked like, and everything else until you dumped your files.’
‘There he comes,’ Thetis said. ‘See? From just behind that island five points off north.’
The lighter was a white dot against the blue water and sped toward the island at high speed, not more than two yards above the water, foam frothing up on either side of the hull.
Joshua and Candia’s travel cases were stacked on the verandah, and Thetis sat on one of them.
The lighter slowed as it neared the beach. But instead of berthing at the pier, it cut its drive, skewed sideways, and settled down into the water about thirty yards offshore. The front hatch lifted.
‘Get down,’ Joshua snapped, pulling Candia sprawling behind one of the cases, then yanking Thetis to the cover of one of the verandah’s columns. Bewildered, she crouched. A gun appeared in Joshua’s hand.
A man stood in the lighter’s hatch. He was not Jacob Libanos. In spite of the heat, he wore sober, dark clothing. He had a neat goatee. A man and a woman appeared beside him. One was Libanos. The woman, dressed in quiet, subdued clothing, held a gun against the old man’s side.
A loudspeaker crackled.
‘Joshua Wolfe. Please surrender. We do not wish to provoke bloodshed. We know you have the man named Sutro, and we wish to talk to both of you. Do not force us to take physical action.’
‘Bastard,’ Joshua swore, then regained control. ‘Candia, you and Thetis go out the back. Try to find a place to hide. I’ll try to stall them. They shouldn’t look for you too hard.’
‘Joshua Wolfe,’ the voice came again. ‘Please come into the open with your hands raised. Tell the others in your party to do the same, or else Libanos will be shot. This is not an empty threat.’