By the time Shanidar had broken out of orbit, the ore freighter was long gone. The damnable dust cloud even interfered with Harbin’s attempts to pick it up on a long-range radar sweep.
CHAPTER 47
“He what?” Martin Humphries screamed.
“He wiped out the base on Vesta,” Diane Verwoerd repeated. “All fifty-two people on the surface were killed.” Humphries sank back in his desk chair. He had been on the phone negotiating a deal to sell high-grade asteroidal nickel-iron to the government of China when she had burst into his office, tight-lipped and pale with shock. Seeing the expression on her face, Humphries had fobbed the Chinese negotiator off onto one of his underlings in Beijing as politely as possible, then cut the phone link and asked her what was the matter.
“Wiped out the entire base?” he asked, his voice gone hollow. “One of our ships in orbit around Vesta got caught in the dust cloud and—”
“What dust cloud?” Humphries demanded irritably. Verwoerd sank into one of the chairs in front of his desk and explained as much as she knew of Fuchs’s attack. Humphries had never seen her look so stunned, so upset. It intrigued him.
“Fifty-two people killed,” she murmured, almost as if talking to herself. “And the crew of the ship that was damaged by the dust cloud…four of them died when their life support system broke down.”
Humphries calmed himself, then asked, “And Fuchs got away?”
“Yes,” she said. “Harbin tried to give chase, but he was too low on fuel. He had to turn back.”
“So he’s still out there, hatching more mischief.”
“Mischief?” She looked squarely at him. “This is more than mischief, Martin. This is a massacre.”
He nodded, almost smiled. “That’s right. That’s exactly what it was. A deliberate massacre.”
“You look as if you’re pleased about it.”
“We can make it work in our favor,” Humphries said.
“I don’t see—”
“Those rock rats have been helping Fuchs, giving him fuel and food, giving him information about our ships’ schedules and destinations.”
“Yes,” she said. “Obviously.”
“Somebody told him about the base on Vesta.”
“Obviously,” Verwoerd repeated.
“And now he’s killed a couple of dozen of his own people. Rock rats. Construction workers. Right?”
She took a deep breath, straightened up in the chair. “I see. You think they’ll turn against him.”
“Damned right.”
“What if they turn against you?” Verwoerd asked. “What if they decide that working for HSS is too dangerous, no matter how good the pay?”
“That’s where we play our trump card,” Humphries said. “Stavenger’s been putting out feelers about arranging a peace conference. Apparently the world government’s sticking its nose into the situation and Stavenger wants to head them off.”
“A peace conference?”
“Humphries Space Systems, Astro, Selene . . . even the world government will send a representative. Slice up the Asteroid Belt neat and clean, so there’s no more fighting.”
“Who’ll represent the rock rats?”
He laughed. “What do we need them for? This is strictly among the major players. The big boys.”
“But it’s about them,” Verwoerd countered. “You can’t divide up the Asteroid Belt between HSS and Astro without including them.”
With a shake of his head, Humphries said, “You don’t understand history, Diane. Back in the twentieth century there was a big flap in Europe over some country called Czechoslovakia. It doesn’t even exist anymore. But at that time, Germany wanted to take it over. England and France met with the Germans in Munich. They decided what to do with Czechoslovakia. The Czechs weren’t included in the conference. No need for them; the big boys parceled it all out.”
Verwoerd shot back, “And a year later all Europe was at war. I know more history than you think. You can’t have a conference about parceling out the Belt without having the rock rats in on it.”
“Can’t we?”
“You’ll be throwing them into Fuchs’s arms!”
Humphries frowned at that. “You think so?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“H’mm. I hadn’t thought of that. Maybe you’re right.”
Verwoerd leaned toward him slightly. “But if you included the rock rats, got them to send a representative to the conference—”
“We’d be making them a party to the crime,” Humphries finished for her.