* Wil Brierson. An important one. I never believed the commercial mythology, much less the novels his son wrote. Yet... since we"ve known him in person, I"ve concluded he may be almost as sharp as they make him out to be. At least in some ways. If you and I can"t figure out who did this to me, he might still be able to.
* Brierson has a lot of respect among the low-techs. That and his general competence would be a real help against Steve Fraley and whoever will run the Peacer show. But what if he opposes our plan? That may seem ridiculous; he was born in a civilized era. Yet I"m not sure of the man. One thing about civilization, it allows the most extreme types to find a niche where they can live to their own and others" benefit. Here, we are temporarily beyond civilization; people we could abide before might now be dangerous. Wil is still disoriented; maybe that accounts for his behavior. But he may have a mean, irrational streak under his friendly exterior. I only have one piece of evidence, something I"ve been a little ashamed to tell you about: * You know I was attracted to the guy. Well, he followed me when I stormed out of Don Robinson"s show. Now, I wasn"t trying to flirt; I was just so mad at Don"s sneakiness, I had to open up to someone-and you were in deep connect. We talked for several minutes before I realized that the pats on my shoulder, the hand at my waist, were not brotherly comfort. It was my fault for letting it get that far, but he wouldn"t take no for an answer. The guy is big; he actually started knocking me around. If the rest of the evening hadn"t begun my great "adventure," the bruises he left on my chest would have had medical attention. You see, Lelya? Mean to beat me when I refused him. Irrational for doing it with Fred just five meters away. I had to suppress the auton"s reflexes, or Brierson would have been stunned for a week. Finally, I slapped his face as hard as I could, and threatened him with Fred. He backed off then, and seemed genuinely embarra.s.sed.
Wil read the paragraph again and again. It hung in the circle of light from his desk lamp... and not one letter changed. He wondered how his normal self would react to Marta"s words. Would he be enraged? Or simply crushed that she could say such a lie?
He thought for a long time, vaguely aware of the nightmare edge of the darkness around him. Finally he knew. The reaction would not be rage, would not be hurt. When he could feel again, there would be triumph triumph: The case had cracked. For the first time, he knew he would get Marta"s murderer.
TWENTY-ONE.
Yelen gave him the promised two days off and even removed the autons from his house. When he walked near a window, he could see something hovering just below the sill. He had no doubt it would come rushing in at the smallest sign of erratic behavior. Wil did his best to give no such sign. He did all his research away from the windows; Yelen might see his return to the diary as a bad method of recuperating.
But now Wil wasn"t reading the diary. He was using all the (feeble) automation at his command to study study it. it.
When Yelen came around with her list of places to visit and low-techs to talk to, Wil begged off. Forty-eight hours was not enough, he said. He needed to rest, to avoid the case completely.
The tactic bought him a week of uninterrupted quiet-probably enough time to squeeze the last clues from Marta"s story; almost enough time to prepare his strategy. The seventh day, Yelen was on the holo again. "No more excuses, Brierson. I"ve been talking to Della." The great human-relations expert The great human-relations expert? thought Wil. "We don"t think you"re doing anything to help yourself. Three times the Dasguptas have tried to get you out of the house; you put them off the same way you do me. We think your "recuperation" is an exercise in self-pity.
"So"-she smiled coldly-"your vacation is over." A light beamed at the base of his data set. "I just sent you a record of the party Fraley threw yesterday. I got his speech and most of the related conversation. As usual, I think I"m missing nuances. I want you to-"
Wil resisted the impulse to straighten his slumped shoulders; his plan might as well begin now. "Any more evidence of high-tech interference?"
"No. I would scarcely need your help to detect that. that. But-" But-"
Then the rest scarcely matters. But he didn"t say it out loud. But he didn"t say it out loud.
Not yet. "Okay, Yelen. Consider me back from psych leave."
"Good."
"But before I go after this Fraley thing, I want to talk to you and Della. Together."
"Jesus Christ, Brierson! I need you, but there are limits." She looked at him. "Okay. It"ll be a couple of hours. She"s beyond Luna, closing down some of my operations." Yelen"s holo flicked off.
It was a long two hours. This meeting was supposed to be a surprise. He wouldn"t have forced things if he"d known Lu was not immediately available. Wil watched the clock; now he was stuck.
Just short of 150 minutes later, Yelen was back. "Okay, Brierson, how may we humor you?"
A second holo came to life, showing Della Lu. "Are you back at Town Korolev, Della?" Wil asked.
There was no time lag to her reply. "No. I"m at my home, about two hundred klicks above you. Do you really want me on the ground?"
"Uh, no." You may be in the best possible position. may be in the best possible position. "Okay, Della, Yelen. I have a quick question. If the answer is no, then I hope you will quickly make it yes... Are you "Okay, Della, Yelen. I have a quick question. If the answer is no, then I hope you will quickly make it yes... Are you both both still providing me with heavy security?" still providing me with heavy security?"
"Sure."
"Yes."
That would have to be good enough. He leaned forward and spoke slowly. "There are some things you should know. Most important: Marta knew who murdered her."
Silence. Yelen"s impatience was blown away; she simply stared. But when she spoke, her voice was flat, enraged. "You stupid jerk. If she knew, why didn"t she tell us? She had forty years to tell us." On the other holo, Della appeared to be swapped out. Has she already imagined the consequences Has she already imagined the consequences?
"Because, Yelen, all through those forty years she was being watched by the murderer, or his autons. And she knew that, that, too." too."
Again, silence. This time it was Della who spoke. "How do you know this, Wil?" The distant look was gone. She was intent, neither accepting nor rejecting his a.s.sertions. He wondered if this were her original peace-cop personality looking out at him.
"I don"t think Marta herself guessed the truth during the first ten years. When she did, she spent the rest of her life playing a double game with the diary-leaving clues that would not alert the murderer, yet which could be understood later."
Yelen bent forward, her hands clenched. "What clues?"
"I don"t want to say just yet."
"Brierson, I lived with that diary for a hundred years. For a hundred years I read it, a.n.a.lyzed it with programs you can"t even imagine. And I lived with Marta for almost two hundred years before that. I knew every secret, every thought." Her voice was shaking; he hadn"t seen such lethal fury in her since right after the murder. "You opportunistic slime. You say she left thoughts you you could follow and could follow and I I could not!" could not!"
"Yelen!" Della"s interruption froze Korolev in midrage. For a moment, both women were silent, staring.
Yelen"s hands went limp; she seemed to shrink in on herself. "Of course. I wasn"t thinking."
Della nodded, and glanced at Wil. "Perhaps we should spell this out for you." She smiled. "Though I suspect you"re way ahead of us. If the murderer had access to realtime while Marta was marooned, then there are consequences, some so radical that they caused us to dismiss the possibility."
"The killer did more than meddle with the length of the group jump; he did not even partic.i.p.ate in it. That means the sabotage was not a shallow manipulation of the Korolev system; the killer must have deep penetration of the system."
Wil nodded. And who could have deeper penetration than the owner of the system And who could have deeper penetration than the owner of the system?
"And if that is true, then everything that goes through Yelen"s db"s-including this conversation-may be known to the enemy. It"s conceivable that her own weapons might be turned against us... In your place, I"d be a bit edgy, Wil."
"Even granting Brierson"s claims, the rest doesn"t necessarily follow. The killer could have left an unlisted auton in realtime. That could be what Marta noticed." But the fire was gone from Yelen"s voice. She didn"t look up from the pinkish marble of her desk.
Wil said softly, "You don"t really believe that, do you?"
"... No. In forty years, Marta could have outsmarted one of those, could have left clues that even I I would recognize." She looked up at him. "Come on, Inspector. Get it over with. "If the murderer could get into realtime, then why did she let Marta survive there?" That"s the next rhetorical question, isn"t it? And the obvious answer-"It"s just the sort of irrational thing a jealous lover might do." So. I admit to being a jealous type. And I surely loved Marta. But no matter what either of you believes, I did not maroon her." would recognize." She looked up at him. "Come on, Inspector. Get it over with. "If the murderer could get into realtime, then why did she let Marta survive there?" That"s the next rhetorical question, isn"t it? And the obvious answer-"It"s just the sort of irrational thing a jealous lover might do." So. I admit to being a jealous type. And I surely loved Marta. But no matter what either of you believes, I did not maroon her."
She was on the far side of anger. It was not quite the reaction Wil had expected. It really affected Yelen that her two closest colleagues-"friends" was still too strong a word-might think she had killed Marta. Given her general insensitivity to the perceptions of others, he doubted her performance was an act. Finally he said, "I"m not accusing you, Yelen... You"re capable of violence, but you have honor. I trust you." That last was a necessary exaggeration. "I would like some trust in return. Believe me when I say that Marta knew, that she left clues that you would not notice. h.e.l.l, she probably did it to protect you. The moment you got suspicious, the murderer would also be alerted. Instead, Marta tried to talk to me. I"m totally disconnected from your system, an inconsequential low-tech. I"ve had a week to think on the problem, to figure how to get this news to you with minimum risk of an ambush."
"Yet, for all the clues, you don"t really know who the killer is.
Wil smiled. "That"s right, Della. If I did, it would have been the first thing I said."
"You would have been safer to keep quiet, then, till you had her whole message figured out."
He shook his head. "Unfortunately, Marta could never risk putting solid information in her diary. There"s nothing in any of the four cairns that will tell us the killer"s name."
"So you"ve told us this just to raise our blood pressure? If she could communicate all you say, she sure as h.e.l.l would tell us the enemy"s name." Yelen was clearly recovering.
"She did, but not in any of the four cairns. She knew those would be "inspected" before you ever saw them; only the subtlest clues would escape detection. What I"ve discovered is that there"s a fifth fifth cairn that no one, not even the murderer, knew about. That"s where she wrote the clear truth." cairn that no one, not even the murderer, knew about. That"s where she wrote the clear truth."
"Even if you"re right, that"s fifty thousand years ago now. Whatever she left would be completely destroyed."
Wil put on his most sober expression. "I know that, Yelen, and Marta must have known it could be that long, too. I think she took that into account."
"So you know where it is, Wil?"
"Yes. At least to within a few kilometers. I don"t want to say exactly where; I a.s.sume we have a silent partner in this conversation."
Della shrugged. "It"s conceivable the enemy doesn"t have direct bugs. He may have access only when certain tasks are executing."
"In any case, I suggest you keep a close watch on the airs.p.a.ce above all the places Marta visited. The murderer may have some guesses of his own now. We don"t want to be scooped."
There was silence as Della and Yelen retreated into their systems. Then: "Okay, Brierson. We"re set. We have heavy monitoring of the south sh.o.r.e, the pa.s.s Marta used through the Alps, and the whole area around Peacer Lake. I"ve given Della observer status on my system. She"ll be running critical subsystems in parallel. If anybody starts playing games there, she should notice.
"Now. The important thing. Della is bringing in fighters from the Lagrange zones. I have a fleet I"ve been keeping in stasis; its next lookabout is in three hours. All together that should be enough to face down any opposition when we go treasure hunting. All you have to do is lie low for another three hours. Then tell us the cairn"s location and we"ll-"
Wil held up a hand. "Yes. Get your guns. But I"m going along."
"What? Okay, okay. You can come along."
"And I don"t want to leave till tomorrow morning. I need a few more hours with the diary; some final things to check out."
Yelen opened her mouth, but no sound came. Della was more articulate. "Wil. Surely you you understand the situation. We"re bringing everything out to protect you. We"ll be burning a normal year"s worth of consumables every hour we stay on station around you. We can"t do that for long; yet every minute you keep this secret, you stay at the top of someone"s. .h.i.t list-and we lose what little surprise we might have had. You"ve understand the situation. We"re bringing everything out to protect you. We"ll be burning a normal year"s worth of consumables every hour we stay on station around you. We can"t do that for long; yet every minute you keep this secret, you stay at the top of someone"s. .h.i.t list-and we lose what little surprise we might have had. You"ve got got to hustle." to hustle."
"There are things I have to figure first. Tomorrow morning. It"s the fastest I can make it. I"m sorry, Della."
Yelen muttered an obscenity and cut her connection. Even Della seemed startled by the abruptness of her departure. She looked back at Wil. "She"s still cooperating, but she"s mad as h.e.l.l... Okay. So we wait till tomorrow. But believe me, Wil. An active defense is expensive. Yelen and I are willing to spend most of what we have to get the killer, but waiting till tomorrow cuts the protection per unit time... It would help if you could say how long things might drag out beyond that."
He pretended to think on the question. "We"ll have the secret diary by tomorrow afternoon. If things don"t blow up by then, I doubt they ever will."
"I"ll be going, then." She paused. "You know, Wil, once upon a time I was a government cop. I think I was pretty good at power games. So. Advice from an old pro: Don"t get in over your head."
Brierson summoned his most confident, professional look. "Everything will work out, Della."
After Della signed off, Wil went into the kitchen. He started to mix himself a drink, realized he had no business drinking just now, and scarfed some cake instead. Under all this pressure, it"s just one bad habit or another, Under all this pressure, it"s just one bad habit or another, he told himself. He wandered back into the living room and looked out. In his era, letting a protected witness parade in front of a window would be insanity. It didn"t matter much here, with the weapons and countermeasures the high-techs had. he told himself. He wandered back into the living room and looked out. In his era, letting a protected witness parade in front of a window would be insanity. It didn"t matter much here, with the weapons and countermeasures the high-techs had.
The afternoon was clear, dry. He could hear dry rustling in the trees. Only a short stretch of road was visible. All the greenery didn"t leave much to see. The only nice views were from the second floor. Still, he was getting fond of the place. It was a bit like the lower-cla.s.s digs he and Virginia had started in.
He leaned out the window, looked straight up. The two autons were floating lower than usual. Farther up, almost lost in the haze, was something big. big. He tried to imagine the forces that must be piled up in the first few hundred klicks above him. He knew the firepower Della and Yelen admitted to. It far exceeded the combined might of all the nations in history; it was probably greater than that of any police service up to the mid-twenty-second. All that force was poised for the protection of one house, one man... more precisely, the information He tried to imagine the forces that must be piled up in the first few hundred klicks above him. He knew the firepower Della and Yelen admitted to. It far exceeded the combined might of all the nations in history; it was probably greater than that of any police service up to the mid-twenty-second. All that force was poised for the protection of one house, one man... more precisely, the information in in one man"s head. All things considered, it wasn"t something he took much comfort in. one man"s head. All things considered, it wasn"t something he took much comfort in.
Wil reviewed the scenarios once more; what could happen in the next twenty-four hours? It would all be over by then, most likely. He was barely conscious of pacing into the kitchen, through the pantry, the laundry, the guest room, and back into the living room. He looked out the window, then repeated the traversal in reverse order. It was a habit that had not been popular with Virginia and the kids: When he was really into a case, he would wander all through the house, cogitating.
Ninety kilos of semiconscious cop lumbering down halls and through doorways was a definite safety hazard. They had threatened to hang a cowbell around his neck.
Something brought Brierson out of the depths. He looked around the laundry, trying to identify the strangeness. Then he realized: He"d been humming, and there was a silly grin on his face. He was back in his element. This was the biggest, most dangerous case of his life. But it was a case. case. And he finally had a handle on it. For the first time since he had been shanghaied, the doubts and dangers were ones he could deal with professionally. His smile widened. Back in the living room, he grabbed his data set and sat down. Just in case they were listening, he should pretend to do some research. And he finally had a handle on it. For the first time since he had been shanghaied, the doubts and dangers were ones he could deal with professionally. His smile widened. Back in the living room, he grabbed his data set and sat down. Just in case they were listening, he should pretend to do some research.
TWENTY-TWO.
Yelen was back late that evening. "Kim Tioulang is dead."
Wil"s head snapped up. Is this how it begins Is this how it begins? "When? How?"
"Less than ten minutes ago. Three bullets in the head... I"m sending you the details."
"Any evidence who-"
She grimaced, but by now she accepted that what she sent was not immediately part of his memory. "Nothing definite. My security at North Sh.o.r.e has been thin since we switched things around this afternoon. He sneaked out of the Peacer base; not even his own people noticed. It looks like he was trying to board a trans-sea shuttle." The only place that would take him was Town Korolev. "There are no witnesses. In fact, I suspect that no one was on the ground where he was shot. The slugs were dumb exploders, New Mexico five-millimeters." Normally those were pistol-fired, with a max accurate range of thirty meters; who did the killer think he was fooling? "The coincidence is too much to ignore, Brierson. You"re right; the enemy must have bugs in my system."
"Yeah." For a second he wasn"t listening. He was remembering the North Sh.o.r.e picnic, the withered man that had been Kim Tioulang. He was as tough as anyone Wil had ever met, but his wistfulness about the future had seemed real. The most ancient man in the world... and now he was dead. Why? What had he been trying to tell them? He looked up at Yelen "Since this afternoon, have you noticed anything special with the Peacers? Any evidence of high-tech interference?"
"No. As I said, I can"t watch as closely as before. I talked to Phil Genet about it. He hasn"t noticed anything with the Peacers, but he says NM radio traffic has changed during the last few hours. I"m looking into that." She paused. For the first time, he saw fear in her face. "These next few hours we could lose it all, Wil. Everything Marta ever hoped for."
"Yes. Or we could nail the enemy cold, and save save her plan... How are things set for tomorrow?" her plan... How are things set for tomorrow?"
His question brought back the normal Yelen. "This delay cost us the advantage of surprise, but it also means we"re better prepared. Della has an incredible amount of equipment. I knew her expedition to the Dark Companion made money, but I never imagined she could afford all this. Almost all of it will be in position by tomorrow. She"ll land by your place at sunup. It"s all your show then."
"You"re not coming?"
"No. In fact, I"m out of your inner-security zone. My equipment will handle peripheral issues, but... Della and I talked it over. If I-my system-is deeply perverted, the enemy could turn it on you."
"Hmm." He"d been counting on the dual protection; if he"d guessed wrong about one of them, the other would still be there. But if Yelen herself thought she might lose control... "Okay. Della seemed in pretty good form this afternoon."
"Yes. I have a theory that under stress the appropriate personality comes to the surface. She"s driftiest after she"s been by herself for a while. I"m talking to her right now, and she seems okay. With any luck, she"ll still be wearing her cop personality tomorrow."
After Yelen signed off, Wil looked at the stuff she was sending over. It grew much faster than he could read it, and there were new developments all the time. Genet was right about the NMs. They were using a new encryption scheme, one that Yelen couldn"t break. That in itself was more of an anachronism than polka-dot paint or antigrav volleyb.a.l.l.s. Under other circ.u.mstances, she would have raided them for it, and diplomacy be d.a.m.ned... Now she was stretched so thin that all she could do was watch.
Tioulang"s murder. The high-tech manipulation of Fraley. There was some fundamental aspect of the killer"s motivation that Wil didn"t understand. If he wanted to destroy the colony, he could have done that long ago. So Wil had concluded that the enemy wanted to rule. Now he wondered. Was the low-techs" survival simply a bargaining chip to the killer?
It was a long night.
Brierson was standing by his window when Della"s flier came down. It was still twilight at ground level, but he could see sunlight on the treetops. He grabbed his data set and walked out of the house. His step was brisk, adrenaline-fueled.
"Wait, Wil!" The Dasguptas were on their front porch. He stopped, and they ran down the street toward him. He hoped his guardians weren"t trigger-happy.
"Did you know?" Rohan began, and his brother continued. "The Peacer boss was murdered last night. It looks like the NMs did it."
"Where did you hear?" He couldn"t imagine Yelen spreading the news.