He was quite alone, not counting the various dignitaries all lined up at the head of the stairs, waiting for their chance to descend. Wherever he went, she would be waiting.
Was this sleek go-getter the same idiot he had kicked impatiently upstairs to administration just to get him out from underfoot on the morita station project-ten, twelve years ago. But most puzzling of all was an entry in one log that hinted the colonists had died by their own hands.
It was not until he was a half-dozen steps along the way that he realized she had conned.