Nemesis

Nothing like a killer of men on the loose in your own backyard to keep you

focussed.”

“That all depends on how large your backyard is, don’t you think?”

“Good point.” Yosef’s cohort paged through the panes of data installed on the

slate with solemn slowness. He paused on one slab of dense text, his eyes narrowing.

“Hello. This is interesting.” He handed the device over. “Look-see.”

“Blood work,” noted Yosef. It was the analysis reports from the site of the

Latigue murder, multiple testing on samples that confirmed, yes, the fluids all over

the walls of the gondola had once been contained inside the unfortunate clerk. At

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least, almost all of them. There was a rogue trace right in the middle of the scan

reports, something picked up by chance from one of the medicae servitors. A single

blood trace that did not match the others.

Yosef felt a slight thrill as he absorbed this piece of information, but he stamped

down on it immediately. He didn’t dare jinx the chance that Daig might have just

pointed out something that could be their first important break.

“It doesn’t tally with any of the previous deaders, either,” said the other reeve. He

reached for the intercom horn. “I’ll comm the precinct, get them to run this up to the

citizen database…”

But just as quickly as it had lit, Yosef’s brief spark of excitement guttered out and

died as he read a notation appended to the bottom of the information pane. “Don’t

waste your time. Tisely got her people to do that already.”

“Ah,” Daig’s expression remained neutral. “Should have expected that. She’s

efficient that way. No joy, then?”

Yosef shook his head. The notification for a citizen ident read Not Found. That

meant that the killer was unregistered, which was a rare occurrence on Iesta

Veracrux, or else they were from somewhere else entirely. He chewed on that

thought for a moment. “He’s an off-worlder.”

“What?”

“Our cutter. Not an Iestan.” Daig eyed him. “That’s a bit of a leap.”

“Is it? It explains why his blood’s not in the database. It explains how he’s doing

this and leaving no traces.”

“Off-world technology?”

Yosef nodded. “I admit it’s thin, but it’s a direction. And with Telemach

breathing down our necks, we need to be seen to be proactive. It’s that or sit around

waiting for a fresh kill.”

“We could just hold off,” suggested the other man. “I mean, if Eurotas has his

own operatives inbound… Why not let them come in and take a pass over it? They’re

bound to have better resources than we do.”

He gave his cohort an acid look. “Remember that engraving on your warrant rod

that talks about вЂ˜to serve and protect’? We’re called investigators for a reason.”

“Just a thought,” said Daig.

Yosef sensed something unsaid in his cohort’s words and studied him. To anyone

else, Segan’s dour expression would have seemed no different from any of the other

dour expressions he wore day in and day out; but the other reeve had been partnered

with him for a long time, and he could read moods in the man that others missed

completely. “What aren’t you telling me, Daig?” he asked. “Something about this

case has been gnawing at you since we had it dropped on us.” Yosef leaned closer.

“You didn’t do it, did you?”

Daig made a brief spluttering sound that was the closest he ever came to a laugh,

but then he sobered almost instantly. After a moment of silence he looked away.

“We’ve seen some things, you and I,” he said. “This is different, though. It feels

different. Don’t ask me to be objective about it, because I can’t. I think there’s more

here than just… human madness.”

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Yosef made a face. “Are you talking about xenos? There’s not an alien alive in

this entire sector.”

Daig shook his head. “No.” He sighed. “I’m not sure what I’m talking about.

But… After Horus…”

Once more, the reeve felt the sudden tension that the name brought with it. “If

I’m sure of anything, I’m damned sure that he didn’t do it.”

“There are stories, though,” Daig went on. “People talk about worlds that have

declared for the Warmaster, worlds that go silent soon after. Those who make it out

before the silence comes down, they’ve said things. Talked about what happened on

those planets.” He tapped a sheaf of crime scene picts. “Things like this. I know

you’ve heard the same.”

“It’s just stories. Just scared people.” Yosef wondered if he sounded convincing.

He took a breath. “And it has no bearing on what we’re doing here.”

“We’ll see,” Daig said darkly.

A thought occurred to Yosef and he reached for the intercom horn. “Yes, we

will.” He pressed the stud that would allow him to talk to the coleopter’s pilot.

“Change of plans,” he said briskly, “we’re not going back to the precinct house. Take

us to the Eurotas compound.”

The pilot acknowledged the command and the flyer pivoted into a banking turn,