The House That Jack Built by Robert Asprin & Linda Evans

“I see. Tell you what,” Kit leaned forward, holding Agent Kirkegard’s gaze. “You people have been probing around in our books and our private vaults and auditing our tax returns until you’ve dug down to Himalayan bedrock. I’d like to issue you a real challenge.”

“A challenge?” Kirkegard echoed, her Nordic brow creasing briefly.

“Yep. A real barn-burner. I’d like you to figure out why John Caddrick, here, would lie to the press, the FBI, Interpol, and I.T.C.H. about the circumstances of his little girl’s disappearance.”

For a long moment, utter silence reigned in the aerie. Every mouth in the room had dropped open, including Bull Morgan’s. Kit was beyond caring if he’d just signed the station’s death warrant—not to mention his own. He was simply too tired to keep pussyfooting around what he knew about Jenna Caddrick’s vanishing act, and he was fresh out of other options. And it looked to Kit like he’d struck paydirt, with this one.

Senator Caddrick’s face had utterly drained of color, leaving him virtually transparent for long instants. Then a scarlet flush darkened toward purple. He came out of his chair, snarling. “Why, you miserable, drunken, washed-up has-been! How dare you insinuate any such thing!”

“Sit down,” Kit growled, “before you step close enough to call it assault and I retaliate in ways we’ll all regret.”

“Don’t sit there and threaten me!”

“All right.” Kit stood up. “I’ll stand here and do it. Maybe you’d care to explain a few facts. You say your daughter’s so-called kidnappers came to this station and tried to murder Ianira Cassondra, but we’ve got eye-witnesses who’ll swear in court that your daughter came into this station of her own free will. Moreover, she came armed with a loaded revolver she used to kill the terrorist about to murder Ianira. Or what about Noah Armstrong, who’s supposed to be a ringleader of these same terrorists? Armstrong shoved Ianira to safety, just as the man Jenna killed tried to shoot her. And why did Julius, not to mention Marcus and his children, voluntarily run to Denver with Noah Armstrong in disguise, smuggling the girls out in their luggage and setting up Julius as decoy for your daughter? For that matter, why was Jenna, who was supposed to be held hostage, allowed to wander around this station at will, changing money all by herself in Goldie Morran’s shop just minutes before the gate departure? Furthermore, she strolled into Paula Booker’s cosmetic surgical studio and paid for a new face, again totally on her own. She was all by herself when she stepped through the Britannia Gate, too—we’ve got witnesses who’ll swear to that, too, in a court of law. Nobody forced that girl through any gates on this station. How about it, Caddrick?”