Jeffrey Carver - Eternity's End

“Far enough, chump—”

He saw only a blur. Then the club slammed into the side of his head, and he tumbled backward down the steps. His head hit hard on the tarmac, and he rolled, as he heard the words, “Come back again and we kill you.” Then the sound of the door slamming. He raised an arm dizzily to ward off further blows, but none came.

When he managed at last to push himself up to a sitting position, he saw that he was quite alone in the night, outside the locked building.

“You’re lucky they didn’t kill you,” Harriet said, examining the wound on the side of his head. “They probably just didn’t want to have to deal with your body. For Heaven’s sake, will you hold still?”

Legroeder grunted as Harriet used an antiseptic cloth to clean the dirt out of the scrape on the side of his cheekbone. She shook her head, spraying the area with a bandage mist. “I’m a lawyer, not a doctor,” she muttered. “There, I hope that holds.”

“Thanks,” Legroeder managed, testing the spot with a fingertip. “I can tell you were a mother once.”

“I still am,” Harriet said, tossing the sprayer back into her office first-aid kit. “A lousy one.”

“Oh—well—”

She went back around behind her desk and snapped open her compad. “Now, do you want to tell me why you did such a damn fool thing? It wasn’t bad enough you had to go talk to Jakus. You thought you had to snoop around in the dark, too?” Harriet rocked back in her chair, eyeing him. “I suppose, since you did go back in an effort to prevent mayhem, I will refrain from remarking about fools I’ve had for clients.”

Legroeder sighed. He felt like a fool. Worse, he didn’t know what to do next. “There’s still the question of what they did with Jakus. I wouldn’t be surprised if they killed him .” It was obvious Jakus had been lying on someone’s orders. And if he’d been overheard arguing about it…

Legroeder was mad as hell at the guy, but he didn’t want him dead. For one thing, there was always the chance that he might recant and exonerate Legroeder. A dwindling chance, to be sure.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he was killed, either. If you still had the bloody cap, we’d have more to go on,” Harriet pointed out.

Legroeder grunted. He wasn’t sure if he’d dropped the cap where he’d found it, or lost it when he’d gotten clubbed. The bash in the head seemed to have clouded his memories.

“Of course, now it has your finger oils on it as well as Jakus’s blood,” Harriet said. “So I suppose it’s not something we necessarily want turning up right away.”

“Look, I’m sorry . But isn’t there something we should do? Call the police, at least? What if they’ve got his body in there or dumped it nearby?”

Harriet sighed. “Given the circumstances, and the frame-up that you yourself are experiencing, I’m not entirely sure who I trust. That hangar is probably under Spacing Authority jurisdiction.”

“But—”

“Still, I suppose I could contact my PI and ask him to phone in an anonymous report. He could say he heard reports of a fight. Hang on a moment.” She touched her throat com and swiveled her chair away. “Peter? Harriet Mahoney. I need you to do something…”

When she was finished, she swiveled back to Legroeder. “Don’t get your hopes up,” she cautioned. “And don’t expect them to find armed ships, even if they look. If you know what I mean.”

Legroeder raised his hands and dropped them. “All right. So we’ve done our duty. What next?”

“I’ll ask Peter to keep his ear to the ground, to see what he can find out about possible covert military, or paramilitary, operations. Or who knows what—there could be a dozen explanations for those ships you saw. And yes—given Jakus’s involvement, it’s probably something we should find out about. But that’s Peter’s job, not yours. As for what we will do next…” Harriet lowered her glasses on their chain and studied him again. “Are you ready to take the advice of your attorney?”

He sank back in defeat. “I promised I would, didn’t I?”

“I’m glad you remember.” Harriet smiled faintly. “Then I think it’s time we learned all there is to learn in this city about starship Impris .”

He spread his hands in question. “Where are we going to do that? The RiggerGuild and Spacing Authority libraries had nothing.”

Harriet snapped her compad shut. “We’re going to start by getting some sleep. I’ve got a place where you can stay. Unless you’ve got someplace else in mind—? Good. Then first thing tomorrow, we’re going to pay a visit to the public library.”

“The public library?”

“Believe it or not, Legroeder, riggers are not the only people interested in knowledge…”

An orange-tinged sun woke Legroeder before the knock on the door. He was up on one elbow in bed, staring out the window at rooftops, when a velvety voice purred, “You wanted to be up at six, Mr. Legroeder-r-r?” It was Harriet’s housekeeper, Vegas.

“I’m up,” he called back. He dressed and stepped out of the guest quarters. It was actually a small cottage, set back twenty meters or so from Harriet’s house. By the time he’d crossed the garden to the back door of the main house, Vegas was there to open it for him. Vegas was a Faber aborigine who looked like a cross between a swan and a very slender, very white-skinned humanoid woman with small vestigial wings. She led the way to the dining room.

Harriet was seated at the table with a cup of tea, studying her compad. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

Clearly Harriet was a morning person. Legroeder was not. And he had not slept well; he’d awoken constantly during the night. “Couldn’t have been better. Have you already gotten started?”

“I checked the Guild library files on Impris , and as you said, there’s not much. So I thought I’d try the main files at the public library. I must say, they don’t have a lot, either.” Harriet fiddled with the compad screen. “Just a summary about the similarity of legend between Impris and the old stories of the Flying Dutchman. Judging from this, you wouldn’t think that anyone took it seriously.”

“Even here in its home port? You’d think they’d have more information here than anywhere in the galaxy.” Legroeder pulled out a chair to sit, and looked gratefully at Vegas, who had just appeared with a tray bearing a thermal coffee pot and cup.

“Well, it’s been a hundred and twenty-four years since she was lost, during the war. And after the war, a lot of the early records disappeared.” Harriet turned the compad around. “Here, take a look.”

Legroeder poured a cup of coffee and stirred in some yellow-tinged cream. He sipped it as he read the entry.

Impris . Interstellar passenger liner operating out of Faber Eridani during the years of the War of a Thousand Suns. Impris reportedly disappeared during a routine flight in the final year of the war. No official explanation was ever provided for the ship’s loss; however, unofficial and highly controversial reports attributed the loss to surprise hostile actions on the part of the Narseil, theretofore considered allies of the Centrist human worlds. (For a historical overview, see NARSEIL: PARTNERSHIP WITH CENTRIST WORLDS: BREAKDOWN IN RELATIONS.)

Legroeder grunted. He hadn’t associated the Narseil with Impris . The amphibious Narseil were relatively rare—and not always welcome—guests in human society. But their riggers were among the best in the known galaxy, and the Narseil RiggingInstitute was without peer in the study of rigging science and technology. Legroeder had always suspected that the Narseil could teach the human rigging community a thing or two, if they were given a chance. He didn’t know much about the historical relationship of the human and Narseil worlds—history had never been his strong suit—but he couldn’t imagine why the Narseil would have destroyed Impris .