Or possibly Hawkins had gotten information that made this no chance meeting at all.
And Hawkins, with her particular skills, was extremely bad news.
He started walking, looking for a ped-transport. Corinthian being on alterday schedule, meant dealing with second-tier station authorities, who didn’t always ask close questions, as well as avoiding some of the traffic that clogged mainday official channels. It had its advantages. But on the docks mainday and alterday were meaningless; the bars and shops were always open and there was always night, always darkness above the floodlights that lit the girders, up where the lights and the cold of the pipes made their own weather.
Warehouses. Processing areas. Factories. Food production. Fabrication. The place dwarfed everything but the ship-accesses and the machines that served them.
And a crew scattered on a two-week liberty with all of Viking Station to lose themselves in—was no easy matter to locate, individual by individual, in every tiny sleepover and bar on the strip. Christian had a com. The duty staff all had corns. Certain people weren’t answering.
One of Marie Hawkins’ most logical targets wasn’t damned well answering.
—v—
You didn’t expect a happy hello from Marie. You interrupted her at work and you took your chances. But Tom thought he should at least try, after the burn. The market figures were up on the screens. Marie, two senior cousins and four juniors were sorting through the usual welter of incoming stock market and commodities data off station feed.
But not the usual. He’d lay odds Corinthian’s arrival date and market dealings were somewhere in the figures on Marie’s monitors. She keyed the displays, in rapid sequence, to Privacy.
He leaned against the desk, arms folded: “I just thought I’d check on you.”
“I haven’t turned blue. What did Mischa say?”
“Mostly that he trusts you to do your job. Right or wrong?”
“Son of a bitch.”
“Which one of us?”
Marie slid him an oblique, grey-eyed look, and lifted a brow. Easy to understand how a man twenty years ago had made a move on Marie Hawkins.
“Outside of Corinthian,” he said, “how does it look?”
She caught that implication. He saw the second quirk of her brow, the tightening at the corner of her mouth.
“You’re bothering me,” Marie said, leaning back in her chair, folding her hands on her stomach. “Go somewhere.”
“Mischa said you’d be fine. He trusts you, Marie.”
“Right. Sure. I heard echoes of that, topside.” Marie shoved her chair back. “What did he say?”
He’d tried to compose it. The threads threatened to scatter under Marie’s sniping attacks. “Just—that you’ve got him scared for your safety, that he’s not real certain Corinthian isn’t going to lay for us out in the dark when we leave. He said, on the other hand, he agrees with you about doing our business and sticking to our area—”
“Where are we coming in?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t heard. “ He hadn’t, but he didn’t like the question or the direction of thinking it indicated. He didn’t know whether to break the news that he was her assigned tag or not. He didn’t think, on second thought, that he wanted that information to come out in the present context. “Just checking. Glad you’re fine. Talk to you later.”
Marie rocked forward, stood up, hauled him by the arm to the corridor. The off-shift was coming on, crawling out of bunks and stirring about preparatory to shift change. Cousins passed. Marie backed him against the wall, with, “Spill it.”
“He told me a lot of stuff. Nothing that changes anything. “ That was, he guessed, what Marie most wanted to believe. And he took a deliberate, not quite lying, chance. “I’d like to break that bastard’s neck.”
“Mischa’s?”
“Bowe’s. “ He’d stepped over the edge. On Mischa’s side. He didn’t know if Marie was going to swallow it. But it took no acting. He was upset. Scared of her, scared of Mischa, scared of that ship out there. “Marie, I swear to you, I wish I could get him, but there’s not a way in hell—”
“Is Mischa talking about restricting me?”
He shook his head, thinking, God, she’s not intending just the markets. “He says not. He says you’ve got to do this on your own, you’ve got to walk out there and back and show you can face him, he’s says that’s enough, that does as much as you need to do.”