Quick steps in the hallway paused and turned in at the outer office, and Miles glanced up. Tien Vorsoisson, a little out of breath, hung a moment in his office doorway, then plunged inside. He was carrying two heavy jackets, his own and the one of his wifes that Miles had used the other day, and a breath mask labeled Visitor, Medium. He smiled at Miles in suppressed agitation. My Lord Auditor. So glad to still find you here.
Miles shut down the file and regarded Vorsoisson with interest. Hello, Administrator. What brings you back tonight?
You, my lord. I need to talk with you right away. I have to to show you something Ive discovered.
Miles opened his hand, indicating the comconsole, but Vorsoisson shook his head. Not here, my lord. Out at the Waste Heat experiment station.
Ah ha. Right now?
Yes, tonight, while everyone is gone. Vorsoisson laid the spare breath mask on the comconsole, rummaged in a cabinet in the far wall, and came up with his own personal mask. He yanked the straps over his neck and hastily adjusted his chest harness to hold the supplementary oxygen bottle in place. Ive requisitioned a lightflyer, its waiting downstairs.
All right Now what was this going to be all about? Too much to hope Vorsoisson had found Marie Trogir locked in a closet out there. Miles checked his own mask-power and oxygen levels indicated it was fully recharged-and slipped it on. He took a couple of breaths in passing, to test its correct function, then slid it down out of the way under his chin and shrugged on the jacket.
This way Vorsoisson led off with long strides, which annoyed Miles considerably; he declined to run to keep up with the man. The Administrator perforce waited for him at the lift tube, bouncing on his heels in impatience. This time, when they reached the garage sub-level, the vehicle was ready. It was a less-than-luxurious government issue two-passenger flyer, but appeared to be in perfectly good condition.
Miles was less certain of the driver. Whats this all about, Vorsoisson?
Vorsoisson put his hand on the canopy and regarded Miles with an intensity of expression that was almost alarming. What are the rules for declaring oneself an Imperial Witness?
Well various, I suppose, depending on the situation. Miles was not, he realized belatedly, nearly as well up on the fine points of Barrayaran law as an Imperial Auditor ought to be. He needed to do more reading. I mean I dont think its exactly something one does for oneself. Its usually negotiated between a potential witness and whatever prosecuting authority is in charge of the criminal case. And rarely. Since the end of the Time of Isolation, with the importation of fast-penta and other galactic interrogation drugs, the authorities no longer had to bargain for truthful testimony, normally.
In this case, the authority is you, said Tien. The rules are whatever you say they are, arent they? Because you are an Imperial Auditor.
Uh maybe.
Vorsoisson nodded in satisfaction, raised the canopy, and slid into the pilots seat. With reluctant fascination, Miles levered himself in beside him. He fastened his safety harness as the flyer lifted and glided toward the garages vehicle lock.
And why do you ask? Miles probed delicately. Vorsoisson had all the air of a man anxious to spill something very interesting indeed. Not for three worlds did Miles wish to frighten him off at this point. At the same time, Miles would have to be extremely cautious about what he promised. Hes your fellow Auditors nephew-in-law. Youve just stepped onto an ethical tightrope.
Vorsoisson did not answer right away, instead powering the lightflyer up into the night sky. The lights of Serifosa brightened the faint feathery clouds of valuable moisture above, which occluded the stars. But as they shot away from the dome city, the glowing haze thinned and the stars came out in force. The landscape away from the dome was very dark, devoid of the villages and homesteads that carpeted less climatically hostile worlds. Only a monorail streaked away to the southwest, a faint pale line against the barren ground.
I believe, Vorsoisson said at last, and swallowed. I believe I have finally accumulated enough evidence of an attempted crime against the Imperium for a successful prosecution. I hope I havent waited too long, but I had to be sure.
Sure of what?
Soudha has tried to bribe me. Im not absolutely certain that he didnt bribe my predecessor, too.
Oh? Why?
Waste Heat Management. The whole department is a scam, a hollow shell. Im not really sure how long theyve been able to keep this bubble going. They had me fooled for for months. I mean a building full of equipment on a quiet day, how was I supposed to know what it did? Or didnt do? Or that there werent anything but quiet days?
How long- have you known, Miles bit off. That question was premature. Just what are they doing?
Theyre bleeding off money from the project. For all I know, it may have started small, or by accident-some departed employee mistakenly kept on the roster, an accumulation of pay that Soudha figured out how to pocket. Ghost employees-his department is full of fictitious employees, all drawing pay. And equipment purchases for the ghost employees-Soudha suborned some woman in Accounting to go along with him. They have all the forms right, all the numbers match, theyve slid it through I dont know how many fiscal inspections, because the accountants HQ sends out dont know how check the science, only the forms.
Who does check the science?
Thats the thing, my Lord Auditor. The Terraforming Project isnt expected to produce quick results, not in any immediately measurable way. Soudha produces technical reports, all right, plenty of them, right to schedule, but I think he mostly does them by copying other sectors previous-period results and fudging.
Indeed, the Komarran Terraforming Project was a bureaucratic backwater, far down the Barrayaran Imperiums urgent list. Not criticaclass="underline" a good place to park, say, incompetent Vor second sons out of the way of their families. Where they could do no harm to anyone, because the project was vast and slow, and they would cycle out and be gone again before the damage could even be measured. Speaking of ghost employees-how does Radovass death connect with this alleged scam?
Vorsoisson hesitated. Im not sure it does. Except to draw ImpSec down on it and burst the bubble. After all, he quit days before he died.
Soudha said he quit. Soudha, according to you, is a proven liar and data artist. Could Radovas have, say, threatened to expose Soudha and been murdered to assure his silence?
But Radovas was in on it. For years. I mean, all the technical people had to know. They couldnt not know they werent doing the work the reports said.
Mm, that may depend on how much of an artistic genius Soudha was, arranging his reports. Soudhas own personnel certainly suggested that he was neither stupid nor second-rate. Might he have cooked those records as well? Oh, God. This means Im not going to be able to trust any data off any console in the whole damned department. And hed wasted hours today, decanting comconsoles. Radovas might have had change of heart.
I dont know, said Vorsoisson plaintively. His glance flicked aside to Miles. I want you to remember, I found this. I turned him in. Just as soon as I was sure. His repeated insistence on that last point hinted broadly to Miless ear that his knowledge of this fascinating piece of peculation predated his assurance by a noticeable margin. Had Soudhas bribe been not just offered, but accepted? Till the bubble burst. Was Miles witnessing an outbreak of patriotic duty on Vorsoissons part, or an unseemly rush to get Soudha and Company before they got him?