A weight visibly lifted from the station manager’s broad, squat shoulders. Bull Morgan settled back in his massive chair and switched his cigar to one corner of his mouth. “Much obliged.”
Kirkegard nodded. “Ms. Azzan will be receiving a commendation from the Inter-Temporal Court for her superb handling of the multiple crises which struck this station in rapid succession, while Mr. Morgan was incarcerated. So will Mr. Carson,” she glanced gravely at the world-famous former time scout, “for safeguarding hundreds of lives and restoring the station’s normal economic operations through his ingenious solution to the Ripper difficulty. We’ve taken into custody those members of the Ripper cults your searchers apprehended. They will be prosecuted to the full extent of up-time law. As will Senator Caddrick and Mr. Kaederman, or rather, Mr. Guthrie.”
She then turned her attention to Skeeter Jackson, who sat up straighter in his chair and swallowed hard. “It has come to our notice that you have led a rather, ah, checkered career, Mr. Jackson. We uncovered several old warrants and complaints filed, regarding your activities during the past several years.” Sweat popped out along his brow. Kit Carson sat sharply forward, the brooding look turning his eyes abruptly dangerous. Jenna gulped, abruptly thankful she wouldn’t be the one on the receiving end of Kit Carson’s temper. Agent Kirkegard flicked a glance up at Kit, then smiled slightly. “Given the pivotal role Mr. Jackson played in this case, plus the character testimonials filed by this entire group, I believe the Inter-Temporal Court will vote to grant a general pardon and amnesty, in lieu of a commendation for services rendered.”