The Devil's Eye (19 page)

That evening, we picked up an interview with an economist who claimed that something unusual was happening.
"A lot of the major corporations,"
he said,
"especially the places heavily invested in real estate, are divesting themselves. Downsizing in an extraordinary way."

I looked at Alex. "That's what you were saying, except it sounds a bit bigger than you thought."
"Why?"
asked the interviewer.
"Don't know,"
the economist said.
"It could be coincidental, but I doubt it. I suspect a downturn is coming." "But the economy's strong, isn't it, Cary?" "It was a few weeks ago, Karm. But it's become pretty wobbly suddenly." "Why?" "I have no idea. The long-term trends are all up. The only thing I can think of, and I want to emphasize this is only a wild guess-" "Go ahead, Cary. Let's have it." "It may be that war is coming. War with the Mutes." "But wouldn't that be a spur to production? Wars historically are good for business."
Cary nodded.
"That's right, Karm. If you win them."

I must have been getting morose. Alex told me to cheer up, hang in, that we'd be all right. "We'll get out of here," he said. "And we'll get
Belle
and go out to the
Lantner
world and find out what's going on." In the evenings, sometimes, I wrapped up in a blanket, turned off the outside lights, and went out on the deck to look at the sky. At the haze that was the rim of the Milky Way. Or in the opposite direction at Callistra. On the evening that we heard the economist, Alex joined me. We stood for a while, standing in the darkness. "They should be here soon," he said.

The day after we'd watched the interview with the economist, they came. Alex was spread out on the sofa, reading a political history of the Korant Domain. He'd just finished commenting on what he would give to obtain something,
anything
, from that era. A Brokasian vase from the courtroom where they'd tried the whole family. What would
that
be worth? It was evening. We both heard the approaching skimmer long before we saw it. (It was my turn on watch.) We did a quick inspection of our setup to make sure everything was ready. Then we saw the lights overhead, and the vehicle began to descend. "Showtime," said Alex. A cable, painted gold, ran down the matching gold wall opposite the front door until it reached the floor behind the sofa. There it passed through a ceiling hook that we'd hammered into the floor. It then ran up the arm of the sofa and was secured so that anyone sitting on the sofa could reach it and release it. The arrangement was not particularly noticeable to visitors coming in the front door. We waited for the skimmer to set down. As it did, Alex sat up, released the end of the cable from the sofa arm, and tugged on it once or twice to make sure it wasn't stuck anywhere. He held it out of sight,

gripped in his right hand, which dangled casually over the sofa arm. I'd put a smooth gray rock on a side table about eight strides from the door. The table had an artificial plant on it. I'd made no effort to hide the rock. It was right out there where anyone could see it, like an innocent decoration. The engines shut off, and we heard the hatch open. Then voices. I took station by the window. "Three of them," I said. "Which ones?" "Krestoff and the bong thrower. Corel. And somebody else. Little, dumpy guy." "You don't mean the pilot?" "No. The pilot's still in the aircraft." "Okay. The dumpy guy will be the tech." "They've closed the hatch." We'd been pretty sure that would happen. The pilot had closed it when he'd delivered us. It was too cold out there to sit with it open. "Here they come." "Okay. We ready?" "Yes, sir. Krestoff will be first in the door. Bong is bringing up the rear." "Okay. The tech shouldn't be dangerous." "Let's hope." "Whoever can get to him first-" The voices had gotten louder. "Here they come." I waited by the door. Krestoff asked Kellie to open up. She waited a few seconds and tried again. I went over and opened the door for them. "We didn't trust Kellie," I said. Krestoff stood in the entrance, amused. But she had her scrambler in her hand. "She wasn't spying on you. Nobody's that interested. But it doesn't matter." She indicated I should back off a few steps, and came inside. She looked over at Alex, sitting lazily on the sofa. She was wrapped in a heavy jacket. A thick woolen hat was pulled down over her ears. I allowed myself to look scared. It didn't take much acting. "Hello," Alex said. "We were beginning to think you'd forgotten us." She signaled the others to come in. The dumpy little guy carried a black box. He had a straggly beard, just beginning to gray. Bong came in behind him, hauling a larger black box. He set it down on a chair and closed the door. He'd never looked bigger. Didn't even bother showing us a weapon. "We want to run an exam," Krestoff said. "Make sure you're okay. After we've done that, you'll be released." "Look," Alex said. "We know what this is about. Don't try to hide it from us." "What
what
is about?" "You're going to do a lineal block. On each of us." She hesitated. "Okay. I don't suppose there's any point hiding the truth. But you won't be harmed." "You're going to lock away what? Everything having to do with Vicki Greene?" Another pause. "Yes." "Before you do that, answer a question for me." "If I can?" "Who are you working for?" "The CSS." "I hope you're a rogue unit. That the entire organization hasn't been corrupted." She turned to the dumpy guy. "Doctor, do him first." "It's Wexler, isn't it?" That stopped her in her tracks. "No," she said finally. But her eyes delivered a different message. "And that's enough nonsense." She walked over to the table with the chess set and swept the pieces onto the floor. "Use this." I doubted the guy was a doctor. He did not look especially bright. Bong picked up the larger box, brought it over to the table, and set it down.

"Please," said Alex. His voice quivered. "I'll give you all I have."
All I have
was the operative phrase. I started a four count. The tech set his own box down, and opened it. He signaled Alex to come over and sit down at the table. Alex started to get to his feet, keeping the cable out of sight. I'd gotten to three. I checked the exact position of the rock on the table with the plant. The tech was about to say something to Bong as I reached four. Alex let go of the cable. The far end was outside the house, looped over a branch of the tree that jutted from the cliff edge. It was attached to a heavier rock than the one I had available.
That
rock, of course, plunged downward, yanking the cable with it. Inside, the cable jumped up the wall with a sudden slithering sound, raced across the overhead through the series of ceiling hooks and the corners of two blankets, which were held together by nails. Their corners released, the blankets opened and dropped their loads on our startled visitors. Rocks and firewood, loose earth, paint cans, wrenches, dishware, glasses, lamps, and a glass bottle we'd found in one of the bathrooms rained down on them. I stepped in while the stuff was still falling and nailed Bong on the jaw with my rock. I'd planned to get him between the eyes, but he'd gone into reflex protective mode, and I had to settle for whatever target presented itself. He went down like a small rhino. Seconds later, Alex had the scrambler from a startled Krestoff. I went digging in Bong's pockets, found another weapon, a blaster, and aimed it at the tech. He threw up his hands and squealed. "Don't shoot. Please. I didn't mean any harm to anyone." "Okay," I said. "Don't-" "I'm only here because they called me." He was bleeding from a cut on his forehead. "I'm not part of this." I took a quick look out the window. "He's still in the vehicle." Krestoff was getting to her feet. Alex leveled the weapon at her. She flicked on her comm link. "Don't," he said. "Not a sound." She hesitated. The link was on a bracelet. She gazed at it. "Take it off," he said. "Don't say a word. Just toss it over here." She removed the bracelet and dropped it at her feet. "Back away from it," I said. She did, while Bong started to growl and began struggling to his feet. He turned a look of pure hatred in my direction. I picked up the rock and hit the bracelet with it. Krestoff looked up at the overhead, where the two blankets dangled. She began to laugh. "Not bad," she said. "I wouldn't have thought you two had it in you." "Just don't make any sudden moves," he said. "Corel." Bong reacted to his name. "Let me have your link." He shook his head. No. Alex sighed. He aimed Krestoff's scrambler at him and pulled the trigger. Bong started to cry out, but the scream ended in a whimper, and he collapsed. Krestoff's eyes came up to meet Alex's. "I'll kill you," she said quietly. The link was clipped to his collar. Alex removed it, inspected it, dropped it on the floor, and stepped on it. I used a piece of cable to secure Krestoff's hands. Alex got the technician. I checked Bong. He was breathing. "He'll be out for a while," I said. The pilot was sitting out there reading. "Don't hurt him," said Krestoff. We gagged her and the tech. Krestoff's eyes found me. She would have loved to get me alone in an alley.

The hatch was shut. I wondered if it was locked. If we went out through the back door, sneaked up on him, and ran into a lock, it would probably blow the entire operation. Best was to give him the opportunity to open it. We put on their jackets. Alex and I could both have fit in Bong's. I also removed Krestoff's boots and pulled them on. They weren't a bad fit. Bong's boots, on the other hand, would have swallowed Alex, so he stayed with his own shoes. Krestoff smirked behind her gag. She didn't think we were going to make it. Her partner mostly made growling noises. We had a brief debate over who was going to go say hello to the pilot. Alex, of course, thought it was his responsibility as the guy in the operation. But I had a better chance of getting away with impersonating Krestoff than he did playing Bong. The last thing we wanted was for the pilot to see who was knocking at the door of the skimmer and take off. I picked up the smaller black box that they'd brought. It might provide a distraction. Any distraction would be good. I closed it, gave Alex a moment to exit by the back, then I opened the door and stepped out into the night. It was good to be in a real jacket. The house was illuminated behind me, but there was no easy help for that. The skimmer's lights were out, save for a convenience lamp at the hatch and the faint glow of the pilot's reading light.

I walked toward the skimmer. He saw me and looked my way. I raised one hand to say hello, but otherwise I kept walking, gazing down at the black box as if something had gone wrong with it. The less time he had to think about things, the better. The hatch opened as I reached it. I put the box inside, on the deck, and took out the gun. His eyes went wide when he saw it. "You're not Maria," he said. "Just sit," I said. "What's the AI's name?" "Doc. Hey, you're not going to use that on me?" "My name's Chase. Tell Doc to add me to the log." He hesitated, and I pointed the weapon at his head. "Do it." "Doc," he said, "this is Chase. Take direction from her."

"Hello, Doc." I turned back to the pilot. "Okay, Karfa, please get out of the vehicle. Step down slowly. Give me your link. Don't make any unexpected moves." "Okay." He released his harness and got up. As he did I backed off a couple of paces. Alex came up from behind. He was carrying something wrapped in plastene. Karfa was a young guy. Not much more than a kid. Not the same pilot who'd brought us out there. He shivered in the cold, and he looked stunned. He couldn't keep his eyes off the scrambler. "What did you do with Maria and Shelby?" "Shelby's the tech?" "No. The agent. Shelby Corel."
Shelby?
Bong's given name was
Shelby
? "Go find out for yourself," I said. "You can get in the back door. We left it open." I signaled for him to get started. He climbed down and headed for the rear of the house. "Be careful," I told him. "Don't go walking around back there." Alex got into the aircraft. I followed him and closed the hatch. As we lifted off, I saw Karfa disappear through the rear doorway.

"Congratulations," said Alex. "Thanks." I was feeling pretty good. "Doc, take us to the nearest spaceport."
"Very good, Chase,"
said the AI.
"Rendel is about an hour away."
Alex nodded. "Yes," he said. "Good. We should be able to get clear before anybody notices Krestoff's missing." "What do you have?" I said, looking at the package. "This? It's the Churchill."

"I should have realized." "Absolutely correct," said Alex. "You should."

Fortunately, Miranda was in the sky that night. Over Rimway it would have been scarcely visible. But in the wide-open spaces above Salud Afar, the planet glittered and sparkled. When we settled on course for Rendel I couldn't help noticing that Miranda could have performed the function of a guide. It lay almost dead ahead. In the cabin, I have to admit we were gloating. Well, actually,
I
did most of the gloating. I'd laid out Krestoff's muscle with one swing, and Alex was talking with Samuels. Yes, they told us, they'd have the
Belle-Marie
ready to go when we got there. So we sat and talked and felt good about ourselves. "First thing we're going to do," said Alex, "is go out to the asteroid." "Why?" I said. "You'll see." I hated it when he got like that. "It's really Wexler, isn't it?" I said. "Sure. You saw the way she reacted." I was sitting with my head resting on the back of the seat, thinking how glad I'd be to get on board the
Belle-Marie
, where I'd be safely out of the reach of the CSS and of Mikel Wexler, hero of the Revolution. While I was sitting wrapped up in my happy thoughts, I noticed that Miranda had vanished from the sky. That didn't alarm me, because it probably meant only that there were some clouds ahead. One of the complications that ensues from a starless sky is that you can never tell whether it's a clear night or not. Unless they were accompanied by lightning, storms after dark had a tendency to sneak up on you. It had been about a half hour since we'd left the plateau. Below us there were only occasional lights, a cluster of streetlamps, now and then a ground vehicle. I don't know why I twisted around in my seat, but I did. And I saw Miranda. Behind us. We were headed back the way we'd come. I caught Alex's eye, let him know something was wrong, and put my finger to my lips. I wasn't familiar with the vehicle we were riding, but these things all have an AI shutoff.
"It's to your left,"
said Doc.
"Open the green panel."
That shook me. But he was right. I opened it and there was the disconnect. "How'd you know?"
"It's all in the body language, Chase. How did
you
know?"
"Miranda."