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tomorrow to read my EIIs. I would leave them something to work with, and more.
 Tell Kieran, tell him. Tell him I love him. Tell him IтАЩm sorry.
Derek stopped just short of the plain metal door. тАЬIf youтАЩve got anyone in that
lobby,тАЭ he shouted, тАЬsheтАЩs dead.тАЭ
The thin detective on the left raised her comm unit to her face, spoke rapidly
into it. Then: тАЬItтАЩs clear.тАЭ
He kicked the door open, shoved me through. The large lobby was deserted,
its silk and velvet sofas vacant. Crystal chandeliers twinkled. No one, human or
тАШdroid, stood behind the ornate reception desk. Thick, hand woven carpet muffled
our hurried footsteps.
My heart pounded, my throat was tight. Anger, mine and DerekтАЩs, rushed
through my system. I dropped all mental barriers. I would know my killer. I would
leave my detectives something to work with.
тАЬWhyтАЩd you kill Truedell?тАЭ It was a stupid question to ask as he dragged me
through the lobby, but that was the point. It was stupid. I didnтАЩt expect an answer,
not verbally. But it had to elicit some response in his mind. And my telepathy still
worked.
тАЬQuiet!тАЭ That same harsh tone, same distinct sharp odor.
I latched onto his thoughts, listened. They blazed through his mind in a rush
as he tried to push them away. He knew what I was. But I caught some of what I
needed.

тАжтАЬHeтАЩs been warned. Ignored us. We take action, now. ThatтАЩs your job,
Derek.тАЭ
тАЬMakes no difference to me, Mr. Dionosio, but I thought you said he was
the best.тАЭ
тАЬHe was, when he rigged the games in our favor. But heтАЩs taking side
contracts. Thinks itтАЩs owed him.тАЭ
тАЬBecause heтАЩs a mutant?тАЭ
Silence. An uncomfortable one. тАЬYou know about that, then.тАЭ
тАЬI heard talk. You know how it is.тАЭ
тАЬDo your job, Mister Valand. ThatтАЩs all IтАЩm asking. Just do your job.тАЭтАж
Dionosio was not only TruedellтАЩs mentor, but DerekтАЩs boss. And Truedell
was a mutant. ThatтАЩs what heтАЩd meant when heтАЩd referred to him as a freak. IтАЩd
heard whispers of illegal genetic manipulation in some of the fringe worlds. WasnтАЩt
quite sure how it fit here, but my people would find out. They would read my EIIs
and track Dionosio. Track Derek.
And do one more thing, one last thing for me. Tell Kieran I love him.
Four, no six cops trailed us at a distance as Derek crab-walked me towards
the main lobby doors. тАЬStay back,тАЭ Derek yelled and they hesitated. тАЬIf these doors
are locked, she dies.тАЭ
The doors whooshed open as we approached, auto-sensors reactivated.
LunazulaтАЩs early morning air was cool, mist-filled, smelling of leaves and fields and
forests. The pavement of the small parking lot crunched under my boots. Derek
jerked me around. I stumbled. He picked up his pace, gun hard in my side. A dozen
or so hovercars sat quietly in the lot. He headed for a row on the right.
A black hovercar, a generic rental, was parked in the shadows, middle of the
row. Derek slammed my back against its side, his left hand on my throat, his gun
pointed at my face. тАЬThanks for your help, Doc.тАЭ
I didnтАЩt close my eyes, even though my heart pounded and my ears seemed to