“All right, Amanda. You can come with us. I’ll be glad to have you.”
“Thank you, George,” she said, smiling for the first time. But there was no happiness in it.
Amanda had wrestled with her conscience for two days before asking George to let her go with him to Selene. She knew that Lars would not want her to be so near to Humphries, especially without him there to protect her. She herself did not fear Humphries any longer; she felt that she could handle him. Martin wouldn’t hurt me, she told herself. Besides, George and Kris will be there to chaperone me.
What worried her was Lars’s reaction. He would be dead-set against her going to Selene, to Humphries’s home territory. So, after two days of inner turmoil, Amanda decided to go. Without telling Lars.
A total of twenty-two ships made rendezvous above the ruined base on Vesta. The dust cloud from Fuchs’s attack had finally settled, but Harbin could see nothing of the base, not even the crater in which it had been situated. It was all obliterated by a new set of overlapping craters, fresh, sharp, raw-looking circular scars on the asteroid’s dark surface. They reminded Harbin of the scars left on sperm whales by the suckers of giant squids’ tentacles.
With no little bit of irony, Dorik Harbin considered his position as he stood on the bridge of Shanidar. A man who treasured his solitude, who had never wanted to be dependent on anyone else, now he was the commander of an entire fleet of spacecraft: attack ships, tankers, even surveillance drones that were spreading across the Belt seeking one infinitesimal speck in all that dark emptiness: Lars Fuchs.
Although he far preferred to work alone, Harbin had been forced to admit that he could not find Fuchs by himself. The Belt was too big, the quarry too elusive. And, of course, Fuchs was aided covertly by other rock rats who gave him fuel and food and information while they secretly applauded his one-man war against Humphries Space Systems. Probably Astro Corporation was also helping Fuchs. There was no evidence of it, Harbin knew; no outright proof that Astro was supplying the renegade with anything more than gleeful congratulations on his continuing attacks.
But Humphries himself was certain that Astro was behind Fuchs’s success. Diane had told Harbin that Humphries was wild with rage, willing now to spend every penny he had to track down Fuchs and eliminate him, once and for all. This armada was the result: its cost to Humphries was out of all proportion to the damage that Fuchs had done, but Humphries wanted Fuchs destroyed, no matter what the cost, Diane said.
Diane. Harbin reflected soberly that she had become a part of his life. I’ve become dependent on her, he realized. Even with the distance between them, she protected him against Humphries’s frustrated anger. She was the one who had convinced Humphries to give Harbin command of this all-out campaign against Fuchs. She was the one who would be waiting for him when he returned with Fuchs’s dead body.
Well, he thought as he surveyed the display screens showing a scattering of his other ships, now I have the tools I need to finish the job. It’s only a matter of time.
The surveillance probes were already on their way to quarter the Belt with their sensors. Harbin gave the orders to his fleet to move out and start the hunt.
Satisfaction showed clearly on Martin Humphries’s face as he sat down at the head of the long dining table in his mansion. Diane Verwoerd was the only other person at the table, already seated at his right.
“Sorry I’m late for lunch,” Humphries said, nodding to the servant waiting to pour the wine. “I was on the phone with Doug Stavenger.”
Verwoerd knew her boss expected her to ask what the call was about, but she said nothing.
“Well, he’s done it,” Humphries said at last, just a little bit nettled. “Stavenger’s pulled it off. We’re going to have a peace conference right here at Selene. The world government’s agreed to send their number-two man, Willi Dieterling.”
Diane Verwoerd made herself look impressed. “The man who negotiated the Middle East settlement?”