Judas Unchained

“Yep.” Vic’s big round face produced a smug expression. “You think you haven’t had much sleep. This has taken me weeks, they were so bloody complicated. It helps that we had the manufacturer and the final smuggling disguise; I could work the route from both ends, fill in all the gaps, and believe me, there were some massive gaps. Each route is a chain of courier companies playing the shell game between warehouses—some of the components were in transit for ten months. And all the finance used to pay the shipment costs came from onetime accounts. There was a hell of a lot of organization went into this operation. We may have underestimated how many Guardians are active inside the Commonwealth. Shipping the items like that had to triple the cost of each piece by the time they reached Far Away. Whatever they’re building, it’s costing them a fortune.”

Tarlo and Renne exchanged a glance. “They can afford it,” she said. “Remember, the Great Wormhole Heist is paying for this.”

“Even so,” Vic insisted. “This is true paranoia. Effective, mind, I’ve got to hand them that.”

“It won’t be all Guardians,” Tarlo said. “Elvin will recruit from any unsavory source; remember that agent Cufflin put us onto.”

“Thanks, Vic,” Renne said. “This is really good work. We’ll get the RI set up to cross-reference with our existing Guardian database, and the team can review the strongest leads for direct follow-ups.”

Vic settled back in his seat, and stole another fistful of fries from Renne’s plate. “You know, I was thinking about this when I filed the report. We’ve already got a ton of information, so many names and smuggling operations, and black market arms deals; it goes back decades.”

“I know,” Tarlo said, swirling beer around his glass. “Renne and I loaded half of it in there ourselves.”

“All right,” Vic said, suddenly earnest. “So how come we never managed to nail the bastards?”

“Sore point,” Renne said.

“Because it’s all peripheral information,” Tarlo said. “One day we’ll reach critical data mass, and the whole case will fall into place. We’re going to make a thousand arrests that day.”

Vic shook his head. “If you say so. I’ll see you back in the office, yes?”

Renne nodded. “Half an hour.” She eyed her nearly empty glass, wondering if she should order another.

“Give me a second,” Tarlo said to Vic, “I’ll come with you.” He waited until the big man was standing by the door. “You going to be okay?”

“Sure. I’m just stressed and depressed after EdenBurg, is all. That goddamn Isabella. Why doesn’t anyone care about her? Not her friends. Not her family. If you vanished, people would wonder, they’d ask questions. I’d want to know what happened to you.”

“That’s because you’re a good person.” He hesitated. “Look, Hogan will be watching you, but I can pursue Isabella on the quiet if you’d like.”

“I don’t know.” She rubbed a hand irritably over her brow. “There are no quiet inquiries left. I either turn it into a big deal or drop it completely. Damn, you don’t suppose Hogan could be right, do you?”

Tarlo laughed. “Never. See you later? I want to tell you all about Mars. It really was a strange place.”

“Yeah, I’ll be in soon.”

He patted her shoulder and left.

Renne took another bite out of her burger, and munched slowly. Maybe she had become obsessive about Isabella. It wasn’t a crime to run off and join the exodus. There were hundreds of thousands of people on each of the worlds close to the Lost23 who’d left home with no explanation, most of them scuttling off to worlds on the other side of the Commonwealth. Silvergalde was also a popular destination, and if Isabella had gone there she really would be out of any electronic contact.

“You shouldn’t discuss confidential information in a public place,” a woman’s voice said. “Office procedure has certainly slipped recently.”

Renne stood up and looked over the partition at the neighboring table. Paula Myo sat there, nursing a glass of orange juice.

“Jesus, Boss!”

“Can I join you?”

Renne grinned, and gestured to the empty seats.

“Sounds like you’re having a bad day,” Paula said as she settled in the chair Vic had vacated.

“I can handle it. I just keep asking myself what you would do.”

“That’s very flattering. So how is it going at the office?”

Renne took another bite from the burger, giving Paula a calculating glance. Was the boss deliberately testing her to see how much she’d divulge?

“You should know; all our data is available to Senate Security.”

“I wasn’t referring to the data from your investigations, I’m more interested to hear how Hogan is doing.”

“Coping, barely. He isn’t you.”

“For which I suspect he and I are both grateful. How did he take the request to spy on Alessandra Baron?”

“Didn’t you hear? Tarlo says badly. But I think that’s more to do with the fact you requested it than the manpower scheduling. What do you think Baron has done?”

“She’s a Starflyer agent.”

Renne stared at her old boss. “Are you serious? You really think it exists?”

“Yes.”

“Hell, Boss. What proof have you got?”