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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 expert. 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.

I let them see my own amusement, then signalled Shannon over. ‘It might be a good idea to check out that theory of yours about the pistol being manufactured up here,’ I told her. ‘Get on to the Cybernetics Division, ask them to put a Colt .45 pistol together using exactly the same materials as the murder weapon was built from. That way, we’ll see if it is physically possible, and if so what the assembly entails.’

She agreed with a degree of eagerness, and hurried back to her desk.

I would have liked to hang around, but harassing the team as they got to work wasn’t good policy. At this stage the investigation was the pure drudgery of data acquisition. To assemble a jigsaw, you first have to have the pieces – old Parfitt proverb.

I went upstairs to my office, and started in on routine administration datawork. What joy.

*

The hospital was a third of the way round the town from the police station, a broad three-storey ring with a central courtyard. With its copper-mirror glass and mock-marble façade it looked the most substantial building in the habitat.

I was ushered into Corrine Arburry’s office just after two o’clock. It was nothing like as stark as mine, with big potted ferns and a colony of large purple-coloured lizards romping round inside a glass case in the corner. According to her file, Corrine had been in Eden for six years, almost since the habitat was opened for residency.

‘And how are you settling in?’ she asked wryly.

‘Well, they haven’t gone on strike yet.’

‘That’s something.’

‘What were they saying about me out at the lake?’

‘No chance.’ She wagged a finger. ‘Doctor–patient confidentiality.’

‘OK, what were the pathology findings?’

‘Penny died from the bullet. Her blood chemistry was normal . . . well, there was nothing in it apart from the prescribed viral vectors and a mild painkiller. She hadn’t been drugged; and as far as I can tell there was no disabling blow to the head prior to the shooting, certainly no visible bruising on what was left of her skull. I think the personality memory of her death is perfectly accurate. She walked out to the lake, and the chimp shot her.’

‘Thanks. Now what can you tell me about Penny Maowkavitz herself? So far all I’ve heard is that she could be a prickly character.’

Corrine’s face puckered up. ‘True enough; basically, Penny was a complete pain. Back at the university hospital where I trained we always used to say doctors make the worst patients. Wrong. Geneticists make the worst patients.’

‘You didn’t like her?’

‘I didn’t say that. And you should be nicer to someone who’s scheduled to cut your skull open in an hour. Penny was just naturally difficult, one of the highly strung types. It upset a lot of people.’

‘But not you?’

‘Doctors are used to the whole spectrum of human behaviour. We see it all. I was quite firm with her, she respected that. She did argue about aspects of her treatment. But radiation sickness is my field. And a lot of what she said was due to fear.’

‘You’re talking about her cancer treatment?’

‘That’s right.’

‘How bad was it?’

Corrine dropped her gaze. ‘Terminal. Penny had at most another three months to live. And that last month would have been very rough on her, even with our medical technology.’

‘Christ.’

‘Are you sure it wasn’t a suicide?’ she asked kindly. ‘I know what it looked like, but—’

‘We did consider that, but the circumstances weigh against it.’ I thought of the chimp, the bag, putting the pistol together in stealthy increments, the sheer amount of effort involved. ‘No, it was too elaborate. That was a murder. Besides, surely Penny Maowkavitz would have had plenty of available options to kill herself that were a damn sight cleaner than this?’

‘I would have thought so, yes. She had a whole laboratory full of methods to choose from. Although a bullet through the brain is one of the quickest methods I know. Penny was a very clever person, maybe she didn’t want any time for reflection between an injection and losing consciousness.’

‘Had she talked about suicide?’

‘No, not to me; and normally I’d say she wasn’t the suicide type. But she would know exactly what that last month was going to be like. You know, I’ve found myself thinking about it quite a lot recently; if I knew that was going to happen to me, I’d probably do something about it before I lost my faculties. Wouldn’t you?’

It wasn’t something I liked to think about. Christ. Even death from old age is something we manage to deny for most of our lives. Always, you’ll be the marvel who lives to a hundred and fifty, the new Methuselah. ‘Probably,’ I grunted sourly. ‘Who knew about her illness?’

‘I’d say just about everyone. The whole habitat had heard about her accident.’

I sighed. ‘Everyone but me.’

‘Oh, dear.’ Corrine grinned impetuously. ‘Penny was exposed to a lethal radiation dose eight months ago. She was on a review trip to Pallas, that’s the second habitat. It was germinated four years ago, and trails Eden’s orbit by a thousand kilometres. Her division is responsible for overseeing the growth phase. And Penny takes her duty very seriously. She was EVA inspecting the outer shell when we had a massive ion flux. The magnetosphere does that occasionally, and it’s completely unpredictable. Jupiter orbit is a radiative hell anyway; the suits which the crews here wear look more like deep-sea diving rigs than the kind of fabric pressure envelopes they use in the O’Neill Halo. But even their shielding couldn’t protect Penny against that level of energy.’ She leant back in the chair, shaking her head slowly. ‘That’s one of the reasons I was chosen for this post, with my speciality. Those crews take a terrible risk going outside. They all have their sperm and ova frozen before they come here so they don’t jeopardize their children. Anyway . . . the spaceship crew got her back here within two hours. Unfortunately there wasn’t anything I could do, not in the long term. She was here in hospital for a fortnight, we flushed her blood seven times. But the radiation penetrated every cell, it was as if she’d stood in front of a strategic-defence X-ray laser. Her DNA was completely wrecked, blasted apart. The mutation—’ Breath whistled painfully out of Corrine’s mouth. ‘It was beyond even our gene therapy techniques to rectify. We did what we could, but it was basically just making her last months as easy as possible while the tumours started to grow. She knew it, we knew it.’

‘Three months at the most,’ I said numbly.

‘Yes.’

‘And knowing that, somebody still went ahead and murdered her. It makes no sense at all.’

‘It made a lot of sense to somebody.’ The voice was challenging.

I fixed Corrine with a level gaze. ‘I didn’t think you’d give me a hard time over being a company man.’

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