"With stealing Grant, you mean."

"With anything. With Kruger. Rocher. Anybody."

"And Ari was going to let this happen."

It did not sound reasonable. Trap, he thought. She let it happen. Maybe she hoped he"d get through. Maybe- She let it happen. Maybe she hoped he"d get through. Maybe- -maybe some other reason. She was mad about it. She was- But you never know with Ari. She plays reactions like most people use a keyboard.

"I think we"ll ask the rest of the questions under probe. Unless you have anything else you want to tell me."

"Who"s going to do it?" There were technicians and there were technicians, and it made a difference who he was going to be spilling his guts to. "Giraud, if I go on record, Ari"s not going to like it. Does she know where I am? Does she know-" G.o.d, is this some politics between Ari and Giraud, has he s.n.a.t.c.hed me up to get something on her? G.o.d, is this some politics between Ari and Giraud, has he s.n.a.t.c.hed me up to get something on her? "I want to talk to Ari. I"m supposed to meet with her. She"s going to be asking where I am. If she doesn"t hear from me she"s going to start-" - "I want to talk to Ari. I"m supposed to meet with her. She"s going to be asking where I am. If she doesn"t hear from me she"s going to start-" -start after Jordan, maybe do something even she can"t undo. They"re going to tell him. Giraud will tell him. Maybe Administration wants something on Jordan, maybe this is some team action Ari and Giraud are running, her on me and Giraud on Jordan. O G.o.d, O G.o.d! what have I walked into? "-Start asking where I am. Hear me?" "-Start asking where I am. Hear me?"

"I don"t think so. And I"m going to be asking the questions myself. You want to walk down to the room or are you going to make trouble about it? It"ll go worse if you fight it, in all senses. You understand that. I just want to make sure you remember it."

"I"ll walk."

"Fine." Giraud got up, and Justin sat forward and got up on shaking legs. He was halfway numb with cold, and the thoughts that had tumbled one onto the other lost all variety, became just a circle without escape.

He walked out the door Giraud opened for him, walked ahead of Giraud and the waiting guards, down the hall to a place he had heard about all his life, a room very like the rooms over at the hospital, in that wing where azi came for tape-adjustment, green walls, a plain couch. There was a camera-rig in the corner.

"Shirt," Giraud said.

He knew what they wanted. He peeled it off and laid it on the counter. He sat down on the couch and took the shot one of the azi had ready for him, tried to help them attach the sensors, because he always did his own, with tape; but his coordination was shot. He let himself back in the hands that reached to help him, felt them lift his legs up onto the couch. He felt them working with the patches. He shut his eyes. He wanted to tell Giraud to send the azi out, because what he had to say involved Ari, and the azi who heard that-would be in for selective wipe, there was no else about it.

Giraud asked him questions, gently, professionally. He was aware of the first ones. But that slipped. He could have been in the hands of one of the techs, but Giraud was the best interrogator he could have hoped for-quiet and not given to leaving an emotional load behind him. Professional, that was all. And if Giraud was checking the truth, Giraud was at least trying to find out what it was.

Giraud told him so. And under the drug it was true.

Giraud would not be shocked at what Ari had done. He had lived too long and seen too much. Giraud was truly sorry for him, and believed everything he said. A young boy of his qualifications, in Ari"s vicinity-he had to understand this was not the first time. That Ari would try to work leverage on his father, of course. Who could doubt it? Jordan had surely known.

No, he argued, with a flash of white ceiling and bright light: he came that far to the surface. He remembered Giraud touching his shoulder.

You really took care not to have your father know. Of course. What do you suppose he would do if he found out?

Go to the Bureau.

Ah.

But he didn"t know.

You can sleep now. You"ll wake up rested. You can let go. You won"t fall. Something was still wrong. He tried to lay hold of it. But it slid sideways, out of his vision. Something was still wrong. He tried to lay hold of it. But it slid sideways, out of his vision.

"I don"t think there"s much doubt," Giraud said, looking at Jordan from across his desk. At forty-six, Jordan was far too athletic, far too capable physically to take a chance with; and they were careful, for other reasons, not to put a bruise on him. The restraints they used were webbing: no psychprobe, to be sure: Jordan Warrick was a Special, a national treasure. Not even the Bureau of Internal Affairs could do anything that might damage him, in any sense.

A Special was charged with murdering another Special. It was a situation that had no precedent. But Jordan Warrick could murder a dozen infants in Novgorod Plaza at noonday, and they could neither ask him why nor remand him to probe nor give him as much as the adjustment a public vandal would get.

Jordan glared at him from the chair Security had tied him to. "You know d.a.m.n well I didn"t do it."

"What will you do? Ask for a probe to prove it? We can"t do a thing to you. You You know that. You knew it when you did it." know that. You knew it when you did it."

"I didn"t do it. Dammit, you haven"t even got an autopsy yet."

"Whatever she died of, the cold was enough. The pipe didn"t just break, Jordan, you know it and you know why it broke. Save us all the trouble. What did you do? Score the pipe and fill the lab tank is my guess. Fill the lab tank to capacity, then stop the main valve and turn the backflow pump to max. That"d blow the line at its weakest point, wherever someone damaged it."

"So you know how to do it. You seem to know the plumbing a h.e.l.l of a lot better than I do. I do my work with a computer, Gerry, a keyboard. keyboard. I"m sure I never cared where the pipes run in Wing One lab. I don"t understand the cryogenics systems and I never cared to learn. There"s one other thing wrong with your theory. I haven"t got access there." I"m sure I never cared where the pipes run in Wing One lab. I don"t understand the cryogenics systems and I never cared to learn. There"s one other thing wrong with your theory. I haven"t got access there."

"Justin does. His azi had."

"Oh, you"re really reaching. Grant"s in hospital, remember?"

"We"ve questioned your son. We"re starting to question the azi. Yours and his."

Jordan"s face settled into stony calm. "You won"t turn up a d.a.m.n thing, because there isn"t anything to turn up. You"re going to have charges up to your eyeb.a.l.l.s, Giraud. You had better plan on it."

"No, I won"t. Because I know your motive."

"What motive?" motive?"

Giraud punched a b.u.t.ton on the office recorder, on a pre-loaded clip.

"He pa.s.sed the mess to you, Gerry. So did Denys. We"re not talking about a d.a.m.n records problem. We"re talking about a scared kid, Gerry."

"Another week-"

"The h.e.l.l with another week. You can start by giving me a security clearance over there, and get Petros to return my calls."

"Your son is over there right now. He"s got absolute clearance, G.o.d knows why. He"ll take care of him." Pause. "Look, Jordie, they say about another week. Two at most."

"Justin"s got clearance."

End tape.

"What in h.e.l.l has that got to do with anything?"

"That"s when you went down to see Ari. Isn"t it? Straight down there, right after that conversation."

"d.a.m.n right. You couldn"t get off your a.s.s."

"No. "Justin"s got clearance," you said. That surprised you. A, Justin hadn"t told you something he should have told you. B, Ari never gave away her advantages. C, you know Ari"s habits. Right then, you guessed something you"d picked up on all along, right when you got onto the deal your son cut for Grant."

"Sheer fantasy."

"Your son tried to blackmail Ari. It was really quite a scheme. You thought he"d held Ari off. You let him run with it. But when Ari hauled Grant home, Ari had all the cards. Didn"t she? All All of them. Your son went to Ari for help, not to you. And your son got a favor out of her you couldn"t get for all your threats. I wonder how." of them. Your son went to Ari for help, not to you. And your son got a favor out of her you couldn"t get for all your threats. I wonder how."

"You have a h.e.l.l of an imagination. I never suspected it of you."

"You confronted Ari, Ari either told you or you already knew-what your boy"d been doing for his tuition. And you killed her. You jammed a valve and turned a pump on, no no great amount of time involved. Everyone in Wing One knew about that door. It was supposed to be an accident, but then you had to improvise." great amount of time involved. Everyone in Wing One knew about that door. It was supposed to be an accident, but then you had to improvise."

Jordan said nothing for a moment. Then: "It doesn"t work."

"Why not?"

"Let me tell you who else knew I was going down there. You knew. I left. Ari and I talked and I left. Check the Scriber."

"She didn"t run one. You know that d.a.m.n Translate. There isn"t any spoken record. And she didn"t leave us any notes. She didn"t have time. You knocked her out, fixed the pipe, slammed the door, raised the pressure. By the time the alarm went off, you were back upstairs."

"I didn"t do it. I don"t say I"m shedding any tears. But I didn"t do it. And Justin was over in hospital, you say so right on that tape you"ve got. You edit it and I"ll make a liar out of you."

"Now you"re reaching. Because if you go to trial, Jordie, I"ve got other tapes that belong in evidence. I"m going to run one for you."

"You don"t have to."

"Ah. Then you guess what they are. But I want you to watch, Jordie. I"ll run them all if you like. And you can tell me what you think."

"You don"t have to."

"Ari said-you"d had your own pa.s.sage with her . . . some years ago."

Jordan drew in a long breath. The mask was down. "You listen to me," he said on that breath. "You listen to me real well, slime, because you think think you"re handling this. If Ari"s dead, and I"m gone, Reseune"s got two wings in complete disorder. Reseune"s got agreements it can"t keep. Reseune"s going to have real trouble meeting its contracts and all its political bedfellows are going to scramble for their pants. Fast. You"re forgetting: if a Special dies, there"s got to be an inquiry. And what they find out is going to be real interesting, you"re handling this. If Ari"s dead, and I"m gone, Reseune"s got two wings in complete disorder. Reseune"s got agreements it can"t keep. Reseune"s going to have real trouble meeting its contracts and all its political bedfellows are going to scramble for their pants. Fast. You"re forgetting: if a Special dies, there"s got to be an inquiry. And what they find out is going to be real interesting, not not just for us lucky souls inside Reseune. When this. .h.i.ts the news-services, you"re going to see department heads and corporation presidents running like bugs with the lights on. You"re right. You can"t question me. just for us lucky souls inside Reseune. When this. .h.i.ts the news-services, you"re going to see department heads and corporation presidents running like bugs with the lights on. You"re right. You can"t question me. I I can"t testify by anything but my given word. You know what I"ll tell them. I"ll tell them you used tape on me. And they can"t tell without a psychprobe. Which the law won"t even let me volunteer for. You put me in front of a mike. You just go ahead and do that. That"s the kind of coverage I"ve been waiting for. Best d.a.m.n coverage I could get. Ari and her friend Lao could black me out. But you know the way it is-some stories are too big to silence. Murdering the head of Reseune is one of them. I"m d.a.m.n sorry I didn"t think of it." can"t testify by anything but my given word. You know what I"ll tell them. I"ll tell them you used tape on me. And they can"t tell without a psychprobe. Which the law won"t even let me volunteer for. You put me in front of a mike. You just go ahead and do that. That"s the kind of coverage I"ve been waiting for. Best d.a.m.n coverage I could get. Ari and her friend Lao could black me out. But you know the way it is-some stories are too big to silence. Murdering the head of Reseune is one of them. I"m d.a.m.n sorry I didn"t think of it."

"That"s true. That"s all very true."

"Right now you"re thinking about killing me. Do Do it. You think it. You think one one Special dead is hard to explain." Special dead is hard to explain."

"But there"s something so d.a.m.ned final about old news. A little scandal. A lot of silence after that."

"But you wouldn"t be on Council. d.a.m.ned sure you wouldn"t. We can do murder in the streets but we can"t cover it up. No political power. No dark spots for the bugs to snuggle in. Public contempt. You want to watch Reseune lose everything it"s got-" wouldn"t be on Council. d.a.m.ned sure you wouldn"t. We can do murder in the streets but we can"t cover it up. No political power. No dark spots for the bugs to snuggle in. Public contempt. You want to watch Reseune lose everything it"s got-"

"Old news. Murder-suicide. You couldn"t stand the notoriety that would come with a trial. You thought you could shut it up. You didn"t know there were tapes. You didn"t know Ari recorded her little parties. And people will be shocked. But only for a while. People have always liked scandal around the rich and famous. It"s all lost in the glitter. Who knows, maybe your boy will take to the life. Or come to some tragic end. Drug overdose. Tape-tripping. A waste. But the one thing you know he won"t get is a post at Reseune. Or anywhere else our influence reaches. Not mentioning the other boy. The azi. It"s probably a mistake to put him under interrogation. He"s so fragile right now. But we have to get to the facts."

Jordan did not so much as move for a long while.

"There"s also, of course," Giraud said, "Paul."

Jordan shut his eyes.

"Defeat?" Giraud asked.

"I"m sure," Jordan said, looking at him, "you mean to make me a proposition. You"ve put this together so carefully. Their safety for my silence?"

Giraud smiled without humor. "You know we can take them. You just gave us too many hostages, Jordie, and you can"t protect a one of them, except by following orders. You don"t want your boy to five with that tape. You don"t want him prosecuted, you don"t want the Krugers up on charges, and your friend Merild dragged into court, and all your friends in Council tied to it, one string after another. There"s just no place an investigation like this ends once you start it moving. You don"t want Grant or Paul subject to interrogation after interrogation. You know what that would do. We We don"t want an investigation getting out of bounds and don"t want an investigation getting out of bounds and I I don"t want scandal touching Reseune. Let me tell you how it"ll be. You give us a detailed confession. Nothing"s going to happen to you: you know that. You"ll even get your dearest wish: a transfer out of here. We"ll insist your work is important. And you"ll go on with it, in a quiet, comfortable place without cameras, without microphones, without visitors. Isn"t that better than the alternatives?" don"t want scandal touching Reseune. Let me tell you how it"ll be. You give us a detailed confession. Nothing"s going to happen to you: you know that. You"ll even get your dearest wish: a transfer out of here. We"ll insist your work is important. And you"ll go on with it, in a quiet, comfortable place without cameras, without microphones, without visitors. Isn"t that better than the alternatives?"

"Except I didn"t do it. I don"t know what happened. I walked out of there. Ari and I quarreled. I accused her of blackmailing my son. She laughed. I left. I didn"t threaten her. I didn"t say a thing. You know I"d be a d.a.m.n fool to tell Ari what I intended. And it didn"t include murder. I didn"t know. That"s the plain truth. I hadn"t made up my mind to go to the Bureau. I wasn"t sure if there wasn"t a way to buy her off."

"Now we have a different truth. Do we get one an hour?"

"It is is the truth." the truth."

"But you can"t be psychprobed. can"t be psychprobed. You You can"t prove what you witnessed. Or did. can"t prove what you witnessed. Or did. You You can"t prove a d.a.m.ned thing. So we"re back where we started. Frankly, Jordie, I don"t care whether you did it. You"re our chief problem in the mop-up. You"d can"t prove a d.a.m.ned thing. So we"re back where we started. Frankly, Jordie, I don"t care whether you did it. You"re our chief problem in the mop-up. You"d like like to have done it, you"re number one on my agenda, and if you"re not the one who did it, you"re more dangerous than the one who did, because if someone else killed Ari, it was personal. If you did it, it was something else. So we"ll examine h.e.l.l out of those pipes, the valves, the whole system. If we don"t find evidence, we"ll make it, quite frankly. And I"ll give you the whole script you can use for the Bureau. You stick to that story and I"ll keep my end of the bargain. Just to have done it, you"re number one on my agenda, and if you"re not the one who did it, you"re more dangerous than the one who did, because if someone else killed Ari, it was personal. If you did it, it was something else. So we"ll examine h.e.l.l out of those pipes, the valves, the whole system. If we don"t find evidence, we"ll make it, quite frankly. And I"ll give you the whole script you can use for the Bureau. You stick to that story and I"ll keep my end of the bargain. Just ask ask for what you want. Anything within reason. You plead guilty, you take the hit, you just retire to a comfortable little enclave, and everything will be fine. If not-I"m really afraid we"ll have to take measures of our own." for what you want. Anything within reason. You plead guilty, you take the hit, you just retire to a comfortable little enclave, and everything will be fine. If not-I"m really afraid we"ll have to take measures of our own."

"I want them transferred out of here. Justin. Grant. Paul. That"s my price."

"You can"t get that much. You can get their safety. That"s all. They"ll stay right here. If you change your mind, so can we. If you attempt escape, if you suicide, if you talk to anyone or pa.s.s a message of any land-they"ll pay for it. That"s the deal. It"s just that simple."

A long, long silence. "Then put them with me."

Giraud shook his head. "I"ll be generous. I don"t have to be, understand. I"ll give you Paul. I have some some sympathy for you. Paul, of course, will be under the same restrictions." sympathy for you. Paul, of course, will be under the same restrictions."

"You won"t touch him."

"What do you think? That I"d set him to spy on you? No. Not him. Not your son. Not the azi. You keep your bargain, I"ll keep mine. Do we have a deal?"

Jordan nodded after a moment. His mouth trembled, only slightly.

"You"ll stay here," Giraud said, "pending the Internal Affairs investigation. You"ll be in detention. But you"ll have reasonable comforts. Access to Paul-we can manage that. Access to your son-only under very restricted circ.u.mstances. Let me advise you on that: that boy will try to help you. For his sake, you"d better stop it cold. You"re probably the only one who can. Do we agree?"

"Yes."

"I want to show you that tape I promised you."

"No."

"I think you should see it. I think you really should. I want you to think about it-what we can use if you can"t provide political motives for your crime. I"m sure you can be convincing. I"m sure you can suggest radical connections. Centrist connections. Because there has to be a motive. Doesn"t there?" He pressed a b.u.t.ton. The wall-screen lit. It was Jordan"s face he watched. Jordan with his eyes fixed on the corner, not the screen. Jordan, with a face like a carved image in the dimmed light, the flashes from the screen. Voices spoke. Bodies intertwined. Jordan did not look. But he reacted. He heard.

Giraud had no doubt of it.

"Did Jordan Warrick ever discuss in your presence his opinion of Ariane Emory?"

"Yes, ser," Grant answered. He sat still at the desk, his hands folded in front of him, and watched the light on the Scriber flicker, the little black box between himself and this man who said he was from the Bureau of Internal Affairs. He answered question after question.

Justin had not come back. They had fed him and let him take a shower, and told him that a man would be interviewing him that afternoon. Then they had put him back to bed and put the restraints back on. So he supposed it was afternoon. Or it was whatever they wanted it to be. He could become very angry at what they had done to him, but there was no use in it; it was what they wanted to do, and he had no way to prevent it. He was frightened; but that did no good either. He calmed himself and answered the questions, not trying to make a logic structure out of them yet, because that would affect his responses and they would lead him then; and he would lead them; and it would become adversarial. Which he did not want. He wanted to understand, but when he caught himself wanting it too much, he turned everything off, in that way he had learned when he was very, very small-azi tactic. Perhaps it helped him. Perhaps it was another of the differences between himself and Justin, between himself and a born-man. Perhaps it made him less than human. Or more. He did not know. It was only useful, sometimes, when he knew that someone wanted to manipulate him.

He just became not-there. not-there. The information flowed. They would take it when he was unconscious if he did not give it freely; and he expected they would check it by psychprobe anyway, no matter. The information flowed. They would take it when he was unconscious if he did not give it freely; and he expected they would check it by psychprobe anyway, no matter.

He would put it together later, recalling the questions, just what he had been asked and what the answers were. Then he might be able to think. But not now.

Not-there, that was all. that was all.

Eventually the man from Internal Affairs was not-there not-there too. Others appeared and the illusions of doors opened. too. Others appeared and the illusions of doors opened.

The next place was the psych-lab. Then was the hardest thing, to flow with it, to be not-there not-there through the interrogation under drugs. To walk the line between through the interrogation under drugs. To walk the line between there there and and not-there not-there took a great deal of concentration, and if he began to wobble and went too far into took a great deal of concentration, and if he began to wobble and went too far into not-there not-there and stayed too long, then it would be hard to find his way back again. and stayed too long, then it would be hard to find his way back again.

There tried to find its way into his thinking, with doubt that Justin had ever come to his room, with suspicion that, if he had, Ari"s wrath had finally come down on them, and Justin and Jordan were being charged with his abduction. . . . tried to find its way into his thinking, with doubt that Justin had ever come to his room, with suspicion that, if he had, Ari"s wrath had finally come down on them, and Justin and Jordan were being charged with his abduction. . . .

But he drove that out. He did not fight the techs as he had the men-if ever they had been real. The techs were Reseune techs and they had the keys to every smallest thought he owned.

The first rule said: It is always right to open to your key-command.

The second rule said: A key-command is absolute.