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months."

Made a mental note to my linkfile to check out the accident. "Anything else?"

"Remember old Arturo Kemal?"

"Went with his daughter once."

"Say he's about to die. Hanging on for now. Only ninety. Drank too much. Nanites can't beat that. And
last week, maybe the week before, his grandniece Antonia died. Rock climbing up north somewhere.
Old Arturo was all broke up."

"He does love his family." That was about all I could say for him. "Hasn't Chris been running the outfit,
anyway?"

"Has for years. You're not his favorite, Lieutenant." I laughed. "Never was. Not after his sister. He still
got Grayser on the heavy equipment?"

"Far as I know." Morss stopped. "Boys tell me Chris is working to make it all legit. Put stuff in place
once he takes over official-like. He claims he owes it to his kids. Got a lot of creds from someplace--all
legal Bulsor says. Chris has some idea about spinning the heavy stuff off to someone no one heard of.
Guy's an ex-wyg that came out of the Ellay desert."
I laughed. Kemal going legit? Even with their big company, and all their credits, the family couldn't walk
straight with a laser guide. Been true of Kryn, too.

We talked for another half hour. Didn't offer me any more insights.

When I left, the ex-servies stopped their game and watched. So did Morss. He was still watching when I
eased the electral back toward Bryant.

Second stop was Westside Physical Systems, only about a klick southwest of Morss's place. Small
office building with a formulation shop behind it. No other electrals around. So I parked right in front of
the door.

Like all DPS electrals, the white one self-locked the moment I stepped away.

Inside, there was a foyer, a counter, and a permie at a console behind the counter. Walls, floor tiles,
counter-top--all were maroon, all spotless.

The permie looked up from the console. "Yes, ser?"

"Lieutenant Chiang, Department of Public Safety. Here to see Kama." His full name was Kamehameha
O'Doull. I'd never used it. Hadn't asked how the Hawaiian in his past met the Irish in NorAm, either.
Kama was more than two meters tall and well over 120 kilos.

"I'll tell him, ser." The servie went link, his eyes blank. Then he said, "He'll be right here, ser."

Kama slipped out of the back room. Hard to believe he was so big. No fat, and he moved like a dancer.
He wore a spotless white coverall. The shiny boots were black.