Jenna said in a low, hard voice, “He’s been looking for a way to shut down time tourism for years.”
“He doesn’t even need to do it, himself,” Skeeter muttered. “The riots and murders alone are likely to shut us down. He brought federal marshals with him and arrested Bull Morgan, the station manager, on trumped-up tax charges. I.T.C.H. has been brought in to investigate and God knows where that will end. The Inter-Temporal Court has shut down stations before, replaced their whole management operations. And with Bull Morgan and Ronisha Azzan out, only God knows what would become of the down-timer community on station. I.T.C.H. sure as hell doesn’t care—down-timers have no legal rights to protect and not enough financial clout to influence a gnat, never mind the Inter-Temporal Court.”
Malcolm added heavily, “Down-timers on other time terminals I could name live like animals, compared with TT-86. Most ‘eighty-sixers have no idea how fortunate our down-time population really is.”
“We must stop this!” Marcus cried, moving protectively to Ianira’s side.
“Yes, but how?” Margo wondered, frustration burning in her eyes. “You’re a detective,” she swung abruptly toward Armstrong, “and you say you’ve got proof. What do you suggest we do? You can’t hide forever and you certainly can’t expect us to sit and bury our heads in the sand like a bunch of ostriches. Marcus and Ianira are our friends. We won’t sit around and do nothing!”
Noah’s lips thinned. “No, clearly we can’t just sit here, not now. The senator and his assassins know we’re in the city, since they sent you through to look for us. Hiding in London was only a stopgap measure, we knew that from the start. All we’ve done by coming here is buy ourselves time. We would’ve been gone before now, if Ianira hadn’t been kidnapped her first night in London. It took us days, tracing and rescuing her. What has to be done is simple. I have to go back with the proof. Make sure the senator and his gangland bosses are arrested and stand trial for murder.” Armstrong frowned. “Getting the evidence to the authorities is going to be a major battle, even if someone else takes it to them. And you know what mafia trials are like. Clearly, the senator has taken pains to ensure I’m shot on sight as a dangerous terrorist, so I won’t live to testify.” With a bitter twist of lips, Armstrong added, “I really do appreciate your not shooting me out of hand and asking questions later.”