TriPoint, a Union Alliance novel by Caroline J. Cherryh

He staggered up, shaky in the knees and immediately aware the cell wasn’t precisely on the main axis of the ship. He grabbed the cable that trailed from his wrist and gave it a jerk that burned his palms—but it didn’t give. It went out a little aperture at the join of wall and ceiling, and it was securely anchored somewhere the other side of the wall.

His breath came short. It might be the anesthetic they’d shot him with. It might be the exertion. It might be the beginnings of panic, but he couldn’t get enough air to keep the room from going around as he stumbled to the metal grid and tried to slide it one way and the other.

It didn’t give, either, not even so much as to show what way it could move when it opened.

There was, at the other end of the narrow space, the ribbed panel that, aboard Sprite, rolled back to give access to the bathroom, and there was a trigger-plate. He leaned against the wall there and pressed it, and the panel rolled back, making itself the side wall of the bath.

There was a sink, a toilet, a vapor closet for a shower, same facilities his own cabin had. He punched the cold water. It gave a meager amount and shut itself off. He punched the hot, and it wasn’t, but it shut itself off.

Not the ritz, he thought distractedly. He felt better that the bath worked. At least it wasn’t deliberately bad treatment—they hadn’t left him to freeze, they hadn’t beaten him unconscious: they must have sent to the ship for what they’d dosed him with; and, aside from a slight nausea and a frost-burn on his fingers and the side of his face, he wasn’t exactly hurt… but the cable crossed his legs every time he took a step or reached for anything, telling him he wasn’t free, he wasn’t all right, they didn’t intend him to get loose, and they weren’t doing what they’d done for his convenience.

More… he didn’t know what might be going on outside, or whether they’d also caught Marie, or what his crew might be doing.

Not much, he thought, trying to be pragmatic. A, Mischa didn’t give the proverbial damn, B, if Mischa did give a damn, Marie would still be Sprite’s first worry for very practical reasons, and, C, if Mischa did decide to do something about it, Sprite didn’t hold an outstandingly high hand.

Unless Marie had come up with the evidence Marie had said she was looking for.

Marie lied without a conscience.

But Marie had brought a camera, Marie had committed every subterfuge she’d committed with the simple, predictable notion of getting to Corinthian’s dock—but whether the camera was an excuse to do it or the reason for doing it, he didn’t know. She’d said there were things she wanted to ask the station trade office, and maybe she’d wanted to gather evidence enough to be allowed to get at station records, or to make someone else take a look…

He didn’t know. He couldn’t know from here. But if Marie was in fact on to something, he knew what motive Corinthian could have for taking him and holding on to him, at least until they were ready to leave port, or until it was clear Marie couldn’t prove anything.

Only hope they hadn’t caught Marie. Only hope Marie hadn’t done something to lose whatever leverage she had with Mischa or with Viking station authorities, or whoever could get him out of here.

He found himself walking the length and width of the cell, staggering as he was, telling himself he was all right, Marie wouldn’t let him stay here, Marie would move whatever she had to move to get him out—telling himself they couldn’t have caught her, Marie was slippery as hell, that was how he’d gotten into this in the first place, and something was going to get him out, Corinthian couldn’t just kidnap somebody and get away with it, and they couldn’t have the motives with him they’d had with Marie. Surely not. Please God, that wasn’t even a reasonable thought.

He heard someone walking in the corridor, heard someone come near the cell. He went to the bars of the grid, leaned against them to try to see.

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