—Tao Min-wa, History and the Moral Imperative
“He’s here.”
“Okay, Chase. Let him wait a few minutes. I’ll be down shortly.”
I wasn’t looking forward to this.
The outer door opened, and I heard Jacob’s voice: “Please come in, Mr. Korminov.”
“Thank you.”
“Just go into the conference room. On your right. Ms. Kolpath will be with you momentarily.”
“My appointment is with Mr. Benedict.”
“He knows you’re in the building, sir. Please just go in and have a seat.”
I heard him come into the hallway, heard him moving around in the conference room. I was looking out the window, watching a couple of goopers chase each other across the garden and up a tree, but my mind was a thousand light-years away. Finally, I turned back to the exhibition schedule on which I’d been working. Let him sit in there for the rest of the afternoon as far as I was concerned. And that had been what Alex wanted. But the truth was that I really needed to see the guy. So in the end, several minutes ahead of schedule, I marched in. He was sitting there, casually, on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, reading The Antiquarian, looking for all the world like a decent human being. He turned the magazine off and smiled pleasantly as I entered. “Good morning, Chase.” Ever the gentleman, he got up. “I’m glad to see you’re back safely from your trip. Did you find anything of interest?”
He asked it with such sincerity, with such innocence, that I was taken aback. I’d expected him to be at least mildly nervous. Or defensive. Something.
“Good morning, Mr. Korminov,” I said. “Alex will be down in a minute.”
The smile grew wider. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes,” I said. “In fact, we did find a few things.” I tried to harden my voice. To make it clear my answer was an accusation. But he wouldn’t bite.
“Excellent,” he said. “I’m delighted to hear it. Your message implied that there was a discovery that has something to do with me? Do I have that right?”
“You could probably say that. Alex will explain.”
“You don’t seem to want to give me a direct answer.”
“Not at the moment,” I said.
“I see.” He folded his hands. “Has this anything to do with—?” It was as far as he got before we heard footsteps on the stairs. His eyes shifted to the doorway, but somehow I held his attention. “Where did you go, Chase?”
“I was under the impression you knew.”
“No. How would I know?”
I smiled. Glanced out at the tree branches, which were swaying in a chill wind. “Well, I’m sure Alex will want to tell you all about it.”
He sighed, the victim of small-minded people, and turned away to watch the door open. Alex came in with a neutral look on his naturally amiable features. “Good to see you, Alex.” Korminov extended his hand. “I understand you have news of some sort for me. How’ve you been?”
Alex ignored the gesture. He glanced at me and propped the crutches against a table. (The doctors had assured him he’d be healed in another two or three days.) “I’ve been well, thank you.”
“Glad to hear it. Hurt your leg?”
“Nothing serious.” He lowered himself into a chair. Korminov’s attention was now focused exclusively on him. It was as if I’d left the room.
“I hate to rush you, Alex, but I am busy. Your message said you had something of importance to show me.”
“Indeed I do, Walter. Chase, would you—?”
I retrieved the box and set it down on a table beside Korminov. He looked at it and frowned. “What is it?”
“Take a look.”
He opened it and looked down at a blaster. The frown deepened. He didn’t touch it. “Is this a joke of some sort?”
“It belonged,” said Alex, “to one of Petra Salyeva’s hired thugs. It’s all that’s left of either of them.”
“Petra Who?”
“Salyeva.”
“You’ll have to enlighten me.” He sounded puzzled.
Alex’s eyes reflected contempt. “Really?”
Korminov cleared his throat. Looked toward me. Looked away again. “Can we talk about this somewhere that’s a little more private?”
“I don’t think you want to irritate her, Walter. She hasn’t been in a good mood since we got home.”
“Got home from where?”
“Twenty-eight years ago, your people watched an asteroid go down on a living world. They might have stopped it, but they didn’t. They just stood by.”
Korminov held up both hands. “Look—”
“They had no malicious intent. It was pure carelessness. But there was a civilization down there. Millions of people died. Almost the entire global population.”
“No,” he said. “That’s not possible, Alex. Had something like that happened, I would have known.”
“You knew, Walter. You knew—”
“It’s not so.”
“You knew there’d been a fight between Rachel Bannister and Hal Cavallero. It happened immediately after she’d returned from the tour. It was a planetary system that Cavallero had cleared. Afterward, they both quit. And you’d like me to believe you never knew why? Never asked why?”
“That’s correct. I didn’t know. I thought they were just having a personal squabble. That it was a romance gone wrong. Those things happen. My God, Alex, if I’d had any idea—”
“Why don’t we stop the nonsense, Walter? Rachel would have gone to you when she got back. It’s the first thing she’d have done.”
“That’s guesswork.”
“Not really. I got to know a good bit about her. She was not shy. When she returned, she didn’t know the extent of the damage that had been caused. But she knew there were cities on the ground. You told her to forget it. Just put it out of her mind. Nobody would ever know, right? You satisfied yourself that Cavallero wouldn’t say anything. Maybe paid him off, although I doubt you needed to. He didn’t even want to think about what he’d done, did he? Then you stopped the tours to Echo.”
“You can’t prove any of this, Alex.”
“No. Probably not. I can’t prove you hired that idiot bushwhacker to eliminate us either. But I don’t see that it matters. You were the guy in charge. Either your company caused an incalculable amount of damage, killed millions of people, and you didn’t notice. Which makes you the dumbest CEO in history. Or you were aware and wilfully hid the facts. That would probably make it criminal.” Alex shook his head. “Walter, it’s been twenty-eight years. Dust clouds were thrown up into the atmosphere. The climate collapsed. People couldn’t grow food anymore. The vast majority of them died. Had you acted when you had the opportunity, a lot of them, millions of them, could have been saved.”
Something in the trees cackled. Korminov’s eyes were shut. “My God, Alex, we would have helped. Afterward, she went back out there with Tuttle, and they reported everybody dead. It was too late to do anything. And for God’s sake, Alex, they were aliens.”
“They were people, Walter. Just like us.”
“It’s not true. Don’t you think this is hard enough without your making it even worse? After Rachel got back to me, we did all the research. There was never a human settlement on Echo III, never a mission of any kind out there. Never.”