“So what does that leave?”
He sighed.
“Have you been there, Bill? Out to the black hole?”
did
I reported everything to Alex. He showed no interest in watching the visual record. “No point,” he said. “If there were anything odd going on, you’d have picked it up.”
A book lay open on his desk. “What is it?” I asked.
“. It’s a biography of Del Housman.”
“You find anything of interest?”
“He had a difficult childhood. He loved physics, and consequently he was one of those kids everybody in the schoolyard picked on.”
“I think Gabe told us about that.”
“Yeah. He was pretty smart. He had a passion for black holes right from the start. Got his PhD here, at Andiquar, started contributing articles to and the . He was fifty-one when he applied for Octavia. He was passed over twice for more experienced people, but they got nowhere and they were about to close the project down when he got involved. Somehow he was able to persuade Lashonda Walton to stay with it. By then he’d made some serious contributions to quantum research and black hole theory.”
“I assume he was responsible for Charlotte Hill getting the assignment?”
“Yes, he was, Chase. They were friends. She set herself up by getting a license to operate the shuttle.”
“Those things are pretty easy. If you can’t run a shuttle, they shouldn’t let you out by yourself.”
“Whatever, kid.”
“Do we know why he wanted to bring her along? Was there something sexual going on?”
“Hertzog doesn’t think so.”
“He’s the author?”
“Yes. Sorry. No, if there’d been an affair, there would have been no way to keep it from Harding and Womack. They were both asked about it in communications from home. And both said nothing was going on. Neither showed any inclination to duck the question.” He took a long look at me. “Why do you ask?”
“Idle curiosity, I guess. Just looking for something that might explain an eruption. Maybe an affair with one of the others.”
“Could be,” Alex said. “But it seems unlikely. She was young and beautiful. Why would she want to get involved with one of those older guys? No, I just don’t buy it. By the way, if you’re interested, I watched Hertzog getting interviewed on one of the programs. It was recorded about seven years ago.” He paused. “It has some emotional moments.”
“How do you mean?”
“Hertzog obviously felt a lot of sympathy for Housman. They were longtime friends. He says that Housman was determined to make an impact on scientific progress. Discover that mattered. Hertzog’s one solemn wish is that Housman could have lived long enough to find out he’d won the Exeter.”
Alex changed his mind the following day and listened to my conversation with Bill Abbate. When he’d finished he asked me to contact him again.
Bill was out somewhere, so I set up a call for the next morning. His AI got back to me and said that he’d be in our area next day, and was it okay if he dropped by at about nine?
I was on the porch when he arrived precisely on time. “I couldn’t resist taking advantage of an opportunity to spend some time with Alex,” he said.
“You’ve met him before. When you were working on Skydeck.”
“I know. But that was just writing tickets. It isn’t quite the same as this. I’ve always thought I’d like to be part of one of his investigations. I don’t want to do it all by phone. Does he have any idea yet what happened?”
“If he does, he’s keeping it to himself.” Jacob opened the door. “Come in. I’ll let him know you’re here.”
Alex already knew about his visitor. He walked into the office before we’d even gotten settled. “Good to meet you, Bill,” he said. “I appreciate the material you’ve already given us.”
“I wish I could be more help, Dr. Benedict,” Bill said.
“Call me . The most difficult part of this business is that we never got a transmission from Octavia. It’s hard not to conclude that someone set up an attack and chose his timing carefully.”
“That makes sense to me.”
“Can you think of any reason why someone, , would have wanted to do that?”
“The only one I can think of with a motive is Reggie Greene.”
“Could a bomb have been planted on the station by a visitor? Did they get visitors?”
“Supply vehicles went out there periodically. I understand the delivery people were all questioned and eliminated as possible suspects. If anybody else showed up out there, we’d have known about it.”
“Could a bomb have been built into the station by someone?”
“It couldn’t have gotten past the inspections. Look, Alex, as far as I know, no one has turned out to have any kind of motive other than Charlotte’s old boyfriend.”
“Would you like a drink, Bill?”
“Absolutely.” He looked my way. “Can you put together a valo delight, Chase?”
Alex wanted a golden quibble, and I settled for some dark wine. When I came back with them, Alex was asking about the standard response that would have occurred if an unexpected vehicle showed up close to the station. “They report it immediately. Including an ID if they succeed in making one.”
“By hypercomm?”
“Yes.”
“There were no reports of another ship during the period leading up to the disappearance?”
Bill shook his head. “The last vehicle they had contact with was the . It was a supply ship.”
“Did the crew on the report anything unusual?”
“No.”
“Suppose someone showed up when they were all asleep?”
“It wouldn’t matter. An alarm would have gone off before anyone could have gotten near them.”
Chad was moving increasingly into my life. My schedule was flexible because I periodically spent weeks on the bridge of the , and I’d never made an issue of it. Consequently Alex had no reservations about allowing me whatever free time I needed, as long as I didn’t get ridiculous about it. On his side, Chad had no problem with scheduling because he owned the Collectors’ Library. So we spent a substantial number of mornings wandering along the Riverwalk, afternoons on the beach, and evenings at theaters and the Magisterium Dance Hall in Salazar. It was a good time.
He was easy to talk to. The guy had a sense of humor, and he was willing to listen when I brought up the Octavia. I know he got bored because he didn’t think a solution was possible. But when I got started on the subject, he let me go on, asked a few questions, and in the end inevitably commented that sometimes things just happen. “It’s not a perfect world, Chase.” He made it clear that if there was anything he could do, I shouldn’t hesitate to ask. But that he’d be happier if I just let the damned thing go.