Stay out of it, Legroeder.
But he couldn’t just walk away, could he? Someone had obviously overheard his argument with Jakus.
God damn it. He looked around for something, anything, that he might use to defend himself. Nothing. Cursing silently, he crept back toward the simulator pods. The door to the third sim was open, light pouring out. He pressed his lips together. Maybe he could act as if he’d come back for something he forgot. “Jakus, you still there?” he called softly. No answer; but a door slammed shut way in the back of the hangar.
“Jakus?” He peered into the sim pod. It was empty, but the controls were still on, the screens flickering with a simulation in progress. On the floor was Jakus’s hat, its brim bent. Legroeder picked it up and examined it in the light of the sim chamber. There was a dark, wet stain along the headband. Blood, it looked like.
Legroeder looked around nervously. The hangar seemed completely deserted now. He bent to peer under the ships. No one. Now he heard distant doors and vehicles outside. Someone leaving? With Jakus, maybe? Legroeder circled around the stern of the third ship, toward the rear of the hangar. There were spacecraft maintenance tools scattered all over, and the smell of ozone and vacuum-grade lubricants. In the far corner, a dim hallway led away from the hangar area. He hesitated, before moving toward it. The hallway was short. A dim emergency light glowered, revealing two doors on the right side, and one at the end.
Legroeder drew an uneasy breath. This was stupid. What would he do if he found someone? Still… he’d come this far. He stepped into the hallway. What were these—storerooms? Offices? Armories? One of the two doors bore a dirt-encrusted warning sign: CAUTION—STAIRS. He tested it cautiously: locked. He exhaled softly. Beyond the end door, he heard traffic sounds. It was a steel door with a push-release, and a security panel beside it. With a nervous glance at the security panel, he pushed the door open.
Cool night air greeted him, along with the sound of a truck whirring past. He stood at the top of a short flight of steps: early evening darkness, some empty loading docks; not much else. Spaceport lights glowed in the distance. If Jakus had walked or been carried out, he was gone now. Legroeder started to turn back through the door.
“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.
Chapter 5
Harriet’s Way
“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.