She's opened an ice plant beside the Feliciana Fish Market on the river. Why is she staying here, one of the ambassadors asked as his brow wrinkled in suspicion.īrigham nodded. Best guess, somebody from out of town who came here on a job, and he did the job, and now he's gone.' I don't know where, but he might as well be on the other side of the world. Personally, I'm going to cut the grass and catch the double-header on Sunday, and pretend I'm just a regular citizen. 'We have a nice weekend to think about it. We had a hell of a time finding where the smell was coming from. We don't know, or care, what people put in their boxes, except in the case of the lady last year who put a bluefish in her box because she didn't like us. If you want to look into her safe-deposit box, come back with your court order. There are also a few outstanding checks, but the names don't matter. She also rented a safe-deposit box last Wednesday, a Class C box at thirty dollars a year.
Hickey's been a good customer, and her credit's good with us. He shrugged.That's the flower business, Sergeant. But that doesn't mean anything to us, because she's been late before. She owes the bank eighteen thousand dollars, and she hasn't paid the last two installments on her loan. Changing direction, she headed towards the entrance. There was even a hint of foliage peeping above the bright walls that suggested a sequestered garden within, where she might at least get some shade. But then without directions from somebody might she not wander around forever in this wasteland and never find her way back to the car? Besides, the buildings looked reassuringly unpretentious. It immediately occurred to her that the running man and his three over-attentive admirers had originated here, and that wisdom probably counselled against approaching the place. Do you want me to send a nurse in to give you something to help you sleep?Īfter five increasingly breathless minutes of tramping up and down the hillocks, she scaled one of the slopes and found herself looking not upon her car but at a cluster of white-washed buildings-dominated by a squat tower and ringed like a garrison with a high wall-which her previous perches had given her no glimpse of. He turned up the corner of a Superman comic and stared at the splash-page without scanning it. Somehow the logic didn't seem to have got through to the boy. My turn, Anta said, standing up and grabbing the ladle before he could. A hologram of Carrik, taken when he used his credit plate for spaceflight to Fuerte five days before, flowed across the viewplate. She got affirmation that Carrik was indeed a member in good standing of the Heptite Guild, currently on leave of absence. Anyone could pose as a member of a Guild chancers often produced exquisitely forged documentation and talked a very good line of their assumed profession, but a computer check could not be forged. Thinking of Carrik, she tapped out a query.
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