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The rotten smell grew stronger. Tan sniffed the air, apparently noticing it herself.
"We should get out of here before our suppressants wear off," she said. "I'll let the techs know we're finished so they can do the fine-tooth comb thing. Ara, we need to contact some of these corps. Can you do it this evening, meet on your turf at, say, seven?"
"You want me to come with you?" Ara said.
"You know slavers. I don't," Tan said. "And thank G.o.d for that. I'd much rather deal with killers."
At seven o'clock Ara was in her pleasure garden. The fountain made pleasant noises and the pear and orange blossoms smelled exquisite. Usually the place felt quiet and relaxing, but now there was an undercurrent of tension and she felt an urge to keep looking over her shoulder. Twice she spun around expecting to see a looming dark man with a hat that hid a leering face and both times she saw nothing. When Ara felt a presence at the edge of her turf, she had to m.u.f.fle a scream before she realized it was only Tan.
"Please come," Ara called.
Tan appeared, and the Dream rippled briefly around her. "You look nervous."
"Let's just get started," Ara said. "I have a contact at Dreamers, Inc. Take my arm and I'll move us."
Tan obeyed. Ara closed her eyes and cast out her senses. Dreamers, Inc., kept a permanent presence in the Dream, and the pattern of thought was familiar to Ara. She located it and focused on it. They were here here but she wanted them to be but she wanted them to be there there and they would be there and they would be there now now. The familiar wrench wrench cut through her and she opened her eyes. cut through her and she opened her eyes.
The brown desk and the red Oriental carpet stood in the middle of a stark, white s.p.a.ce. There were no walls, no ceiling, no doors or windows. Just empty whiteness with a room-sized square of colored silk in the middle of it. A human man, thin and spare, sat behind the desk with his hands primly folded on the blotter. An inkwell and quill pen sat to one side of a small sign that read Welcome to Dreamers, Inc.. Everything about the s.p.a.ce and the man said receptionist. receptionist.Ara knew that there were actually close to a hundred receptionists on duty at any given moment to field and direct the countless mundane inquiries the company received every day, but the human mind was not geared to register hundreds of receptionists and thousands of questioners occupying the same s.p.a.ce, and Ara's subconscious automatically filtered out what her conscious couldn't deal with. Everything she didn't need was relegated to background whispers.
"May I help you?" asked the man in a reedy voice.
"My name is Araceil Rymar," Ara said. "This is Inspector Lewa Tan. I need to talk to Marco Clark. Is he in the Dream?"
"No," the man replied promptly. "His s.h.i.+ft begins in twenty minutes. Would you care to wait or leave a message?"
"Tell him that I need to speak with him immediately."
"To Dream Engineer Marco Clark," the man said. "Message begins: Araceil Rymar needs to speak with you immediately. Message ends. Is that correct?"
"Yes, thank you." Ara took Tan's arm and with a wrench wrench they were back in Ara's pleasure garden. Birds twittered and bees buzzed among the blossoms. they were back in Ara's pleasure garden. Birds twittered and bees buzzed among the blossoms.
"Couldn't you tell yourself if this Marco guy was in the Dream?" Tan asked. Her voice once again was full of rich, low tones.
Ara shook her head. "I've only met him in the Dream, never in person. We've never touched, and I'm not good at finding people I haven't had physical contact with. Marco can find me, though."
"So where now?"
"Let's try Silent Acquisitions. They deal exclusively in slaves, so there's a good chance Dorna pa.s.sed through them at one time or another."
Another wrench wrench and they were standing in another receptionist foyer. This time the rug was blue and the desk was a chrome and steel fortress and the person behind it was a red cone with four flexible arms and three eyes, but it was still clearly a receptionist foyer. A hovering sign behind the creature read Silent Acquisitions, Ltd.: Where Your Tastes Are Met. and they were standing in another receptionist foyer. This time the rug was blue and the desk was a chrome and steel fortress and the person behind it was a red cone with four flexible arms and three eyes, but it was still clearly a receptionist foyer. A hovering sign behind the creature read Silent Acquisitions, Ltd.: Where Your Tastes Are Met.
Ara again introduced herself and Tan. The cone narrowed its eyes. "Are either or both connected with Children of Irfan?" Its voice was like a spoon plopping in cold pudding.
Uh oh, Ara thought. "Why do you ask?" she said aloud.
"Please answer the question," the creature plopped. "Are one or both you connected with the Children of Irfan? Please answer 'yes' or 'no.' There are no lies in the Dream."
"Yes," Ara was forced to say. "We both are."
"I am sorry, but I am not allowed to speak with you."
"But-"
"If you wish to leave a message for a particular party," the creature went on, "you may hire a courier s.h.i.+p with a hardcopy missive. Good day."
The reception room vanished, leaving behind the featureless plain that was the default condition of the Dream.
"Rude," Tan observed. "What brought that on?"
"Probably me," Ara said grimly. "The Children-including me-have bought, stolen, swindled, and tricked a h.e.l.l of a lot slaves out of that company over the decades. We've probably cost them billions in revenue by now. Silent Acquisitions seem to have adopted a new policy of identifying Children and then refusing to communicate with us so we can't trick any information out of them. b.a.s.t.a.r.ds! Filth doesn't even begin to describe what they do."
"I agree," Tan said, "but we need to stay focused on the other job."
Ara let out a long breath. "Right. Sorry. I just hate slavers. Buying and selling sentient creatures is about the lowest anyone can-"
"You church, me choir," Tan said. "Can we go?"
"Right, right. Let's try the Silent Partners and see what they have to say."
The Silent Partners, it turned out, didn't know of any strange murders. Neither did DreamShapers. They were about to visit Quietude, Ltd., when Ara felt a presence brush her mind.
"Marco!" she said with delight. "He's in the Dream. Hey, Marco! My turf, all right?"
The pleasure garden appeared around them. Ara was dressed in her green robe with the close-fitting hood. She put Tan in a similar one, but blue. They both sat on the lip of the fountain, waiting. After a brief interval, a yellow sphere of light the size of a basketball whizzed over the garden wall and hovered in front of Ara. Her face showed her pleasure.
"Marco," she said. "I'm glad you could talk to me. This is Inspector Lewa Tan."
"Good morning," the sphere said in a voice reminiscent of ringing bells. "Or is it not morning on Bellerophon?"
"It's evening for us," Ara told him. "Listen, I know you're probably busy, so I'll be fast." She gave a quick explanation of the Dream murders. "Can you find out if there were any similar happenings among Dreamers, Inc.?"
"I know there were," Marco said in his bell-like voice. "It was nine or ten years ago."
Tan stood up, excited. "Can you put me in contact with the investigator in charge of the case?"
"Perhaps. I will have to go through appropriate channels. Please wait."
The ball vanished with a pop pop of inrus.h.i.+ng Dream energy. Tan waited with ill-disguised impatience. of inrus.h.i.+ng Dream energy. Tan waited with ill-disguised impatience.
"Marco's good," Ara said. "He knows a lot of people."
"My drugs are going to wear off soon," Tan grumbled. "What species is Marco, anyway?"
"Human." Ara scratched her nose. "He's a practicing Zen Buddhist. When I first met him twenty-some years ago, he looked as human as you or me but now ..." Ara shrugged. "I sometimes wonder what'll happen when he reaches Nirvana."
The ball popped back into being. Standing beneath it was a small, dark-complected man in a linen suit. He had a thin mustache, small black eyes, and equally black hair scattered with silver.
"Ara, Inspector," Marco rang out formally, "this is Ken Ras.h.i.+d, Chief of Security for Dreamers, Inc. Chief Ras.h.i.+d, this is Mother Ara and Inspector Tan, both of the Children of Irfan."
They all exchanged greetings, and Marco said, "I imagine you have little time left in the Dream with much to discuss, so I will leave you. Ara, it was good seeing you. Please visit me again when you have time."
"I will, Marco," Ara said. "And thank you."
Marco vanished with another pop pop.
"Little time left in the Dream," Ras.h.i.+d repeated. "I take it your drugs are wearing off?"
"In about five minutes," Ara confessed. "We'll have to be quick."
"Marco already explained to me the basics of your case." Ras.h.i.+d looked about the manicured lawn as if he were missing something.
"Your pardon," Ara said, and quickly produced a chair for him out of thin air. He took it.
"Almost exactly ten years ago," Ras.h.i.+d continued, "four women connected with Dreamers, Inc., died. Levels of psytonin in their brains indicated they were in the Dream when it happened. The first one was missing the little finger on her left hand. The second woman was found also missing her left little finger, and the finger of the first woman was sewn on in its place, and so on. This was when I was a chief investigator, before I took my current position, and the case was a.s.signed to me. Unfortunately, we had-still have-no suspects."
Tan was on her feet again, eyes flas.h.i.+ng. "Wait! The first woman was only missing a finger? One wasn't sewn on?"
"That's correct."
"Then she might have been the first victim!" Tan said. "A big lead!"
"What?" Ara said. "Why?"
"A serial killer's first victim is usually someone the killer knows," Tan explained. "If we can get a list of people the first victim knew and compare it with a list of Silent who have been on Bellerophon since the killings started there, we might be able to pin down a name."
"Possibly," Ras.h.i.+d said. "a.s.suming, of course, that the killer hasn't changed his name."
"Or hers," Tan muttered.
"Chief Ras.h.i.+d," Ara said, "have you ever seen this woman?" She gestured and a hologram of Dorna Saline hovered in the air before Ras.h.i.+d's chair. The features were a bit blurred-recreating faces in the Dream was difficult for most Silent since it required tremendous concentration and a bit of artistic skill, and while Ara had the first, she had only a bit of the second.
Ras.h.i.+d studied the image thoughtfully. "I don't believe so," he said at last. "Though the likeness-my apologies if I seem rude-isn't going to be exact. Who is she?"
"We think she's connected to the case," Tan told him.
Ara fidgeted on the lip of the fountain. Her drugs were nearing the end of their course and she would have to leave the Dream soon or be yanked out of it, and right now it wouldn't be convenient to spend two or three days in bed recovering from the shock.
"Chief," Tan said, "we need to compare notes. The Dream isn't a good medium for transmitting images, and we need to spend more time talking than our drugs will allow. Can we visit you in person?"
"Of course," Ras.h.i.+d replied promptly. "This case has ...nibbled at me for years, Inspector, and I would love nothing more than to solve it." Something flashed behind his eyes, but Ara couldn't place what it was.
"You are at the headquarters station for Dreamers, then?" Tan said.
"I am. I will instruct my people to look for you."
The itch grew so strong Ara couldn't remain still. "Chief, I'm sorry but I have to go. I look forward to meeting you in person."
Ras.h.i.+d rose from his chair and gave a little bow. "As do I, Mother."
Ara summoned her concentration and released the Dream.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
The worst part about revelations is that they always feel like something you should have figured out a long time ago.
-Irfan Qasad
"But I'm involved involved," Kendi wailed. "I should be be there." there."
"Absolutely not." Ara pressed the seals on her bulging suitcase. The bag shut with a hiss. "There won't be anything for you to do. Besides, you have school. You've been a big help, Kendi, and I promise to let you know everything I can, but we don't need you along on this one."
"You mean you don't need a mere student," Kendi growled.
"If it makes you feel better to pout, go right ahead," Ara said heartlessly. "I should be back in a couple of weeks. My sister and brother-in-law will come by every so often to check on you. Don't go anywhere by yourself, understand?"
Kendi gave her a sidelong look. "You don't want me to be alone because it's not safe?"
"That's right." Ara rummaged through a carryall. Toothbrush, hairbrush, comb, dermosprays, everything there. Had she packed sleeping clothes?
"Safety in numbers and all that, huh?"
"Absolutely." Carryall, suitcase, bookdisks, computer pad. Was her itinerary in the pad? Oh, yes. "Safety in numbers."
"And the more numbers, the better?"
"Yes, yes." Should she take a jacket? Probably. Dreamers, Inc., was headquartered on its own s.p.a.ce station, and she usually found the stations a bit chilly.
"Okay. Have a nice trip, then."
Ara said good-bye to Ben-he barely paused in his workout to acknowledge her-and bundled her things outside. Kendi waved his farewell as she shut the door. Something nagged at her as she stood on the deck, something Kendi had said or something Ara herself hadn't said.
Nerves, she told herself. Stop being such a mother hen. They'll be fine. Stop being such a mother hen. They'll be fine.