‘Yes, sir.’
‘Do we have a Ballistics Division?’
‘Not really. But some of the company engineering labs should be able to run the appropriate tests for us.’
‘OK, get it organized.’ I glanced at the chimp. It hadn’t moved, big black eyes staring mournfully. ‘And I want that thing locked up in the station’s jail.’
Rolf turned a snort into a cough. ‘Yes, sir.’
‘Presumably we do have an expert on servitor neurology and psychology in Eden?’ I asked patiently.
‘Yes.’
‘Good. Then I’d like him to examine the chimp, and maybe try and recover the memory of who gave it the order to shoot Maowkavitz. Until then, the chimp is to be isolated, understood?’
He nodded grimly.
Corrine Arburry was smiling at Rolf’s discomfort. A sly expression which I thought contained a hint of approval, too.
‘You ought to consider how the gun was brought inside the habitat in the first place,’ she said. ‘And where it’s been stored since. If it had ever been taken out of that flight bag the personality should have perceived it and alerted the police straight away. It ought to know who the bag belonged to, as well. But it doesn’t.’
‘Was the pistol a police weapon?’ I asked.
‘No,’ Rolf said. ‘It’s some kind of revolver, very primitive.’
‘OK, run a make, track down the serial number. You know the procedure, whatever you can find on it.’
*
The start of the working day found me in the Governor’s office. Our official introductory meeting, what should have been a cheery getting-to-know-you session, and I had to report the habitat’s first ever murder to him. I tried to tell myself the day couldn’t get worse. But I lacked faith.
The axial light-tube had resumed its usual blaze, turning the habitat cavern into a solid fantasy ideal of tropical wilderness. I did my best to ignore the view as Fasholé Nocord waved me into a seat before his antique wooden desk.
Eden’s governor was in his mid-fifties, with a frame and vigour which suggested considerable genetic adaptation. I’ve grown adept at recognizing the signs over the years, for a start they all tend to be well educated, because even now it’s really only the wealthy who can afford such treatments for their offspring. And health is paramount for them, the treatments always focus on boosting their immunology system, improving organ efficiency, dozens of subtle metabolic enhancements. They possess a presence, almost like a witch’s glamour; I suppose knowing they’re not going to fall prey to disease and illness, that they’ll almost certainly see out a century, gives them an impeccable self-confidence. Given their bearing, cosmetic adaptation is almost an irrelevance, certainly it’s not as widespread. But in Fasholé Nocord’s case I suspected an exception. His skin was just too black, the classically noble face too chiselled.
‘Any progress?’ he asked straight away.
‘It’s only been a couple of hours. I’ve got my officers working on various aspects; but they aren’t used to this type of investigation. Come to that, there’s never been a large-scale police investigation in Eden before. With the habitat’s all-over sensory perception there’s been no need until today.’
‘How could it happen?’
‘You tell me. I’m not an expert on this place yet.’
‘Get a symbiont implant. Today. I don’t know what the company was thinking of, sending you out here without one.’
‘Yes, sir.’
His lips twitched into a rueful grin. ‘All right, Harvey, don’t go all formal on me. If ever I needed anyone on my side, then it’s you. The timing of this whole thing stinks.’
‘Sir?’
He leant forward over the desk, hands clasped earnestly. ‘I suppose you realize ninety per cent of the population suspect I have something to do with Penny’s murder?’
‘No,’ I said cautiously. ‘Nobody’s told me that.’
‘Figures,’ he muttered. ‘Did Michael brief you on Boston?’
‘Yes, the salient points; I have a bubble cube full of files which he compiled, but I haven’t got round to accessing any of them yet.’
‘Well, when you do, you’ll find that Penny Maowkavitz was Boston’s principal organizer.’
‘Oh, Christ.’
‘Yeah. And I’m the man responsible for ensuring Eden stays firmly locked in to the JSKP’s domain.’
I remembered his file; Nocord was a vice-president (on sabbatical) from McDonnell Electric, one of the JSKP’s parent companies. Strictly managerial and administration track, not one of the aspiring dreamers, someone the board could trust implicitly.
‘If we can confirm where you were prior to the murder, you should be in the clear,’ I said. ‘I’ll have one of my officers take a statement and correlate it with Eden’s memory of your movements. Shouldn’t be a problem.’
‘It would never be me personally, anyway, not even as part of a planning team. JSKP would use a covert agent.’
‘But clearing your name quickly would help quell any rumours.’ I paused. ‘Are you telling me JSKP takes Boston seriously enough to bring covert operatives into this situation?’
‘I don’t know. I mean that, I’m not holding out on you. As far as I know the board is relying on you and me to prevent things from getting out of control up here. We know you’re dependable,’ he added, almost in apology.
I guess he’d studied my file as closely as I’d gone over his. It didn’t particularly bother me. Anyone who does access my history isn’t going to find any earthshaker revelations. I used to be a policeman, I went into the London force straight from university. With thirty-five million people crammed together in the Greater London area, and four million of them unemployed, policing is a very secure career, we were in permanent demand. I was good at it, I made detective in eight years. Then my third case was working as part of a team investigating corruption charges in the London Regional Federal Commission. We ran down over a dozen senior politicians and civil servants receiving payola for awarding contracts to various companies. Some of the companies were large and well known, and two of the politicians were sitting in the Greater Federal Europe congress. Quite a sensation, we were given hours of prime facetime on the newscable bulletins.
The judge and the Metropolitan Police Commander congratulated us in front of the cameras, handshakes and smiles all round. But in the months which followed none of my colleagues who went up before promotion boards ever seemed successful. We got crappy assignments. We pulled the night shifts for weeks at a time. Overtime was denied. Expenses were queried. Call me cynical, I quit and went into corporate security. Companies regard employee loyalty and honesty as commendable traits – below board level anyway.
‘I like to think I am, yes,’ I told the Governor. ‘But if you’re expecting trouble soon, just remember I haven’t had time to build any personal loyalties with my officers. What did you mean that the murder’s timing stinks?’
‘It looks suspicious, that’s all. The company sends a new police chief who isn’t even affinity capable; and, wham, Penny is murdered the day after you arrive. Then there’s the cloudscoop lowering operation in two days’ time. If it’s successful, He3 extraction will become simpler by orders of magnitude, decreasing Jupiter’s technological dependence on Earth. And the Ithilien delivered the Ararat seed; another habitat, safeguarding the population if we do ever have a major environmental failure in Eden or Pallas. It’s a good time for Boston to try and break free. Ergo, killing the leader is an obvious option.’
‘I’ll bear it in mind. Do you have any ideas who might have killed her?’
Fasholé Nocord sat back in his chair and grinned broadly. ‘Real police are never off the case, eh?’
I returned a blank smile. ‘You have been emphasizing your own innocence with a great deal of eloquence.’
It wasn’t quite the response he was looking for. The professional grin faltered. ‘No, I don’t have any idea. But I will tell you Penny Maowkavitz was not
an easy person to work with; if pushed I’d describe her as stereotypically brash. She was always convinced everything she did was right. People who didn’t agree with her were more or less ignored. Her brilliance allowed her to get away with it, of course; she was vital to the initial design concept of the habitats.’
‘She had her own biotechnology company, didn’t she?’
‘That’s right, she founded Pacific Nugene; it’s basically a softsplice house, specializing in research and design work rather than production. Penny preferred to deal in concepts; she refined the organisms until they were viable, then licensed out the genome to the big boys for actual manufacture and distribution. She was the first geneticist JSKP approached when it became obvious we needed a large dormitory station in Jupiter orbit. Pacific Nugene was pioneering a microbe which could digest asteroid rock; initially the board wanted to use those microbes to hollow out a biosphere cavern in one of the larger ring particles. It would be a lot cheaper than shipping mining teams and all their equipment out here. Penny proposed they use a living polyp habitat instead, and Pacific Nugene became a minor partner in JSKP. She was a board member herself up until five years ago; even after she gave up her seat she retained a non-executive position as senior biotechnology adviser.’
‘Five years ago?’ I took a guess. ‘That would be when Boston formed, would it?’
‘Yes,’ he sighed. ‘Let me tell you, the JSKP board went ballistic. They considered Penny’s involvement as a total betrayal. Nothing they could do about it, of course, she was essential to develop the next generation of habitats. Eden is really only a prototype.’
‘I see. Well, thanks for filling me in on the basics. And if you do remember anything relevant . . .’
‘Eden will remember anyone she ever argued with.’ He shrugged, his hands splaying wide. ‘You really will have to get a symbiont implant.’
‘Right.’
*
I drove myself back to the station, sticking to a steady twenty kilometres an hour. The main road of naked polyp which ran through the centre of the town was clogged with bicycle traffic.
Rolf Kümmel had set up an incident room on the ground floor. I didn’t even have to tell him; like me he’d been a policeman at one time, four years in a Munich arcology. I walked in to a quiet bustle of activity. And I do mean quiet, I could only hear a few excitable murmurs above the whirr of the air conditioning. It was eerie. Uniformed officers moved round constantly between the desks, carrying fat files and cases of bubble cubes; maintenance techs were still installing computer terminals on some desks, their chimps standing to attention beside them, holding toolboxes and various electronic test rigs. Seven shirtsleeved junior detectives were loading data into working terminals under Shannon Kershaw’s direction. A big hologram screen on the rear wall displayed a map of Eden’s parkland. Two narrow lines – one red, one blue – were snaking across the countryside like newborn neon streams. They both originated at the Lincoln lake, which was about a kilometre south of town.
Rolf was standing in front of the screen, hands on hips, watching attentively as the lines lengthened.
‘Is that showing Penny Maowkavitz’s movements?’ I enquired.
‘Yes, sir,’ Rolf said. ‘She’s the blue line. And the servitor chimp is red. Eden is interfaced with the computer; this is a raw memory plot downloaded straight from its neural strata. It should be able to tell us everyone who came near the servitor in the last thirty hours.’
‘Why thirty hours?’
‘That’s the neural strata’s short-term memory capacity.’
‘Right.’ I was feeling redundant and unappreciated again. ‘What was the servitor chimp’s assigned task?’
‘It was allotted to habitat botanical maintenance, covering a square area roughly two hundred and fifty metres to a side, with the lake as one border. It pruned trees, tended plants, that kind of thing.’
I watched the red line lengthening, a child’s crayon-squiggle keeping within the boundary of its designated area. ‘How often does it . . . go back to base?’
‘The servitor chimps are given full physiological checks every six months in the veterinary centre. The ones allotted to domestic duties have a communal wash-house in town where they go to eat, and keep themselves clean. But one like this . . . it wouldn’t leave its area unless it was ordered to. They eat the fruit, their crap is good fertilizer. If they get very muddy they’ll wash it off in a stream. They even sleep out there.’
I gave the screen a thoughtful look. ‘Did Penny Maowkavitz take a walk through the habitat parkland very often?’
He rewarded me a grudgingly respectful glance. ‘Yes, sir. Every morning. It was a kind of an unofficial inspection tour, she liked to see how Eden was progressing; and Davis Caldarola said she used the solitude to think about her projects. She spent anything up to a couple of hours rambling round each day.’
‘She walked specifically through this area around Lincoln lake?’
His eyelids closed in a long blink. A green circle started flashing over one of the houses on the parkland edge of the town. ‘That’s her house; as you can see it’s in the residential zone closest to Lincoln lake. So she would probably walk through this particular chimp’s area most mornings.’
‘Definitely not a suicide, then; the chimp was waiting for her.’
‘Looks that way. It wasn’t a random killing, either. I did think the murderer might have simply told the chimp to shoot the first person it saw, but that’s pretty flimsy. Whoever primed that chimp put a lot of preparation into this. If all you want to do is kill someone, there are much easier ways.’
‘Yes.’ I gave an approving nod. ‘Good thinking. Who’s Davis Caldarola?’
‘Maowkavitz’s lover.’
‘He knows?’
‘Yes, sir.’
The ‘of course’ was missing from his voice, but not his tone. ‘Don’t worry, Rolf, I’m getting my symbiont implant this afternoon.’
He struggled against a grin.
‘So what else have we come up with since this morning?’
Rolf beckoned Shannon Kershaw over. ‘The gun,’ he said. ‘We handed it over to a team from the Cybernetics Division’s precision engineering laboratory. They say it’s a perfect replica of a Colt. 45 single-action revolver.’
‘A replica?’
‘It’s only the pistol’s physical template which matches an original; the materials are wrong,’ Shannon said. ‘Whoever made it used boron-reinforced single-crystal titanium for the barrel, and berylluminium for the mechanism, even the grip was moulded from monomolecule silicon. That was one very expensive pistol.’
‘Monomolecule silicon?’ I mused. ‘That can only be produced in microgee extruders, right?’
‘Yes, sir.’ She was becoming animated. ‘There are a couple of industrial stations outside Eden with the necessary production facilities. I think the pistol was manufactured and assembled in the habitat itself. Our Cybernetics Division factories could produce the individual components without any trouble; and all the exotic materials are available as well. I checked.’
‘It would go a long way to explaining why Eden never saw the pistol before,’ Rolf said. ‘Separately, the components wouldn’t register as anything suspicious. Then after manufacture they could have been put together in one of the areas where the habitat personality doesn’t have total perception coverage. I’d say that was easier than trying to smuggle one through our customs inspection; we’re pretty thorough.’
I turned to Shannon. ‘So we need a list of everyone authorized to use the cyberfactories, and out of that we need those qualified or capable of running up the Colt’s components without anyone else realizing or querying what they were doing.’
‘I’m on it.’
‘Any other angles?’
‘Nothing yet,’ Rolf said.
‘What about a specialist to examine the chimp?’
‘Hoi Yin was recommended by the habitat Servitor Department, she’s a neuropsychology ex
pert. She said she’ll come in to study it this afternoon. I’ll brief her myself.’
‘But you must be very busy, Rolf,’ Shannon said silkily. ‘I can easily spare the time to escort her.’
‘I said I’d do it,’ he said stiffly.
‘Are you quite sure?’
‘OK,’ I told them. ‘That’ll do.’ I clapped my hands, and raised one arm until I had everyone’s attention. ‘Good morning, people. As you ought to know by now, I’m Chief Harvey Parfitt, your new boss. I wish we could have all had a better introduction, Christ knows I didn’t want to start with this kind of pep talk. However . . . there are a lot of rumours floating round Eden concerning Penny Maowkavitz’s murder. Please remember that they are just that, rumours. More than anyone, we know how few facts have been established. And I expect police officers under my command to concentrate on facts. It’s important for the whole community that we solve this murder, preferably with some speed; the habitat residents must have confidence in us, and we simply cannot allow this murderer to walk around free, perhaps to kill again.
‘As to the investigation itself; as Eden’s personality seems unable to assist us at this point, our priority is to search back through Penny Maowkavitz’s life, both private and professional, to establish some kind of motive for the murder. I want a complete profile assembled on her physical movements going back initially for a week, after that we’ll see if it needs extending any further. I want to know where she went, who she met, what she talked about. On top of that I want any long-time antagonisms and enemies listed. Draw up a list of friends and colleagues to interview. Remember, no detail is too trivial. The reason for her death is out there somewhere.’ I looked round the dutifully attentive faces. ‘Can anyone think of a line of inquiry I’ve missed?’
One of the uniformed officers raised her hand.
‘Yes, Nyberg.’
If she was embarrassed that I remembered her name, she didn’t show it. ‘Penny Maowkavitz was rich. Someone must inherit Pacific Nugene.’
‘Good point.’ I’d wondered if they’d mention that. Once you can get them questioning together, working as a team in your presence, you’ve won half the battle for acceptance. ‘Shannon, get a copy of Maowkavitz’s will from her lawyer, please. Anything else? No. Good. I’ll leave you to get on with it. Rolf will hand out individual assignments; including someone to take a statement from the Governor about his whereabouts over the last few days. Apparently we have one or two conspiracy theorists to placate.’ Several knowing grins flashed round the room. Rolf let out a dismayed groan.
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