Echo. Part 29

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"Well," I said, "thanks. I think I discovered I wasn't meant to pilot transports."

We enjoyed the moment and emptied a bottle of Varicotta wine. It was still morning, and I'm not used to drinking before lunch, so he had to feed me to get me back to normal.

"I don't think," he said, "there's any question that Cavallero overlooked or neglected something, that it led to a serious consequence of some kind for Rachel, and that that was the reason for the quarrel, if that's the right word."

"So," I said, "we need something that happened on a tour, that was serious enough to drive the captain to suicide twenty-eight years later, but was apparently only picked up by the scopes or scanners, since n.o.body else, none of the pa.s.sengers, seemed to notice."

"Whatever it was, she came back, argued with Cavallero, and told Tuttle what she'd seen. And probably took him back to show him."



"But if we're talking about aliens, why did Tuttle not say anything?"

"That's really the question, isn't it, Chase? Rachel keeps it quiet, and so does he. I don't know. Other than the story Rachel has: that these creatures are so deadly that they felt it was necessary to keep their existence and location secret. But if that that part of the account is true, then she didn't come across them on a tour. She was out riding with Tuttle. Because there's no way she could have picked that up without the pa.s.sengers knowing. part of the account is true, then she didn't come across them on a tour. She was out riding with Tuttle. Because there's no way she could have picked that up without the pa.s.sengers knowing.

"We have to figure out where she went on the last tour. What was the name of her s.h.i.+p?"

"The Silver Comet Silver Comet."

"But they didn't keep the records."

Audree called to tell me she was glad I'd changed my mind. "He hasn't been the same since you left," "He hasn't been the same since you left," she said. she said. "I think I'm jealous." "I think I'm jealous."

"I think it's time," Alex said, "that Rainbow ran a compet.i.tion. A contest. We need to give away some prizes."

"Why?" I asked.

"To generate some publicity."

"I'm serious. Why?"

"That last tour. The pa.s.sengers would have taken pictures, right?"

"I don't know."

"Tourists always take pictures. A lot of them will be out the windows. Somewhere, somebody has a visual record of that last flight. We have to find it."

"You think aliens will show up on it?"

He laughed. "We'll need Shara. Whatever happened, we can probably a.s.sume they never took a tour back to that that destination. So we look for the latest tour to each destination and hope it's the last one. There'll be pictures of the sky. There destination. So we look for the latest tour to each destination and hope it's the last one. There'll be pictures of the sky. There have have to be. Turn them over to Shara and let her figure out where they are." to be. Turn them over to Shara and let her figure out where they are."

"Okay," I said. "It might work."

Two days later, Rainbow launched its Cosmic Tour Contest. We were putting together, the announcement said, a record of "the most striking images" captured by nonprofessionals aboard tour s.h.i.+ps. The images could be of planetary rings, comets, solar eruptions, flares, luminous clouds, planetary landscapes, or whatever else could be expected to appeal to our sense of off-world beauty.

Since World's End had built its reputation primarily by tours into the Veiled Lady, we excluded systems within the Confederate domain, explaining that we were looking for images not seen before. There was also a human-interest category: pictures of people reacting to the wonders around them, or simply dining together by the light of alien stars. Partic.i.p.ants were invited to be creative, and nothing was off the table. Cash prizes were offered, and the winners would be included in Cosmic Wonders Cosmic Wonders, to be published by Hawksworth & Steele later in the year.

"I'll want you to put that that together in your spare time," Alex said. together in your spare time," Alex said.

"Cosmic Wonders?"

"I'm open to a better t.i.tle if you can think of one. The a.s.signment should be easy. Use lots of pictures."

Entrants were required to complete a form, indicating when the pictures had been taken, the name of the touring company, and the s.h.i.+p. If known, they were also to indicate where where the pictures had been taken. the pictures had been taken.

That part of the exercise turned out to be, as we expected it would be, a fool's game. Everybody knew where their tours had gone, but the names were pure fiction, invented by the companies. Place names like Bootstrap and Carmody and Rhinestone and Weinberg's Star. They didn't even try to maintain consistency. What was Werewolf to Blue Diamond Tours might be Harmony over at World's End. And when we checked with World's End, we discovered none of the names had survived into current usage. They still made up names, but the new owners had installed their own set.

That afternoon, in a mood for premature celebration (we did that all the time, in case things went wrong), we went to Tardy's for lunch.

Unlike me, when Alex ate lunch at Tardy's, he liked to go early and park on the island. But we were late getting out, and when we arrived there, the island s.p.a.ces were full. No surprise.

"You want to go somewhere else?" I asked. It was raining, and I thought he might prefer something with indoor parking.

"Up to you," he said.

"I'm hungry."

"Then let's go here. It's only water."

We set down in the big onsh.o.r.e lot, as close as I could get to the viaduct. As if we'd thrown a switch, the rain became more intense. Alex laughed, said something about timing, and climbed out. We hurried to the crossover, which got no protection from the canopy because of a stiff wind. We half walked half rode across, ran the last ten meters, and were glad to get inside, where it was warm and dry.

We took our time eating and let the storm play out. I don't remember much of what we talked about, other than Alex predicting that we would know within two weeks' time where the Silver Comet Silver Comet had gone. We finished lunch and refilled the winegla.s.ses. Somebody was playing a piano in the next room, performing one stormy-weather number after another. had gone. We finished lunch and refilled the winegla.s.ses. Somebody was playing a piano in the next room, performing one stormy-weather number after another.

Eventually, we finished, and the sun emerged from the clouds. We paid and strolled outside. A few people were on the viaduct, moving in both directions. Each of the glideways is equipped with a guardrail that moves with it.

We got on and didn't feel much like walking, so we just rode across, leaning over the rail, looking at the river, paying no attention to anything else. There were only a few other people there. Lunch hour was over, so most were going in the same direction we were. My mind was all over the place. I was thinking how glad I was to be back in my old routine, and about Robin and Jack the AI and the Cosmic Tour Contest and suddenly there was a lot of noise around me. People began yelling look out, and the glideway jerked to a stop and somebody screamed. Then the viaduct collapsed.

No. Not so much collapsed as melted melted.

The glideway turned to water. Someone jerked me back, onto solid ground. Several of us spilled onto the deck. Two or three people were scrambling to get clear. The walkway, the piece where we'd been, had literally vanished. Alex was in the river. Along with a young woman.

The guy who'd pulled me back asked if I was okay but didn't wait for an answer. Two more people were hanging on, calling for help. A teenage girl was yelling into her link. Alex and the woman were being carried downstream.

The teen was saying, "Yes, yes, we're at Tardy's. Please hurry-"

Alex could swim reasonably well, and my first reaction was that unless he was hurt, he'd be okay. But that thought was immediately overwhelmed by the roar of Chambourg Falls.

I needed the skimmer.

The glideways weren't moving, of course, but the way to the riverbank was intact. I took off. Meanwhile, people on sh.o.r.e saw what had happened and began running onto the viaduct to help. The result was that I had to plow through heavy traffic. As I finally got clear, I spotted a familiar woman in a light jacket climbing into one of the skimmers. I needed a moment before I placed her: It was the woman I'd seen on the train to Carnaiva. The Mortician.

Alex and the woman in the river were moving steadily downstream. There was just time enough to get to them. But I suddenly realized I didn't remember where I'd left the skimmer. It was close to the viaduct. But where? Most of the parking places were taken, and I couldn't see it.

I ran frantically from one vehicle to another. Where was was the d.a.m.ned thing? the d.a.m.ned thing?

I wasted three or four minutes looking. And I hate to admit this, but I was in tears when a guy who'd just parked in the automobile section asked if he could help so I said yeah, I've got an emergency, and I've lost my skimmer; it's a green Vamoso, brand-new. He went one way, and I went another. Moments later, I heard his voice. "Over here. It's over here." And, "Can I help? Are you okay?" He was short and stocky. Not much more than a kid.

"Do you have a rope in your car? A cable of some kind?"

"No. Sorry."

"Thanks," I said, and scrambled into the Vamoso. I started the engine before I was even in the seat and pulled the door shut as I lifted off. We'd had the thing less than a month, and I knew it hadn't acquired the junk that people always keep in the storage compartment. Like a line.

How the h.e.l.l was I going to get him out of the water? All I had was the treads.

I swung downstream, calling for help, looking for another skimmer. The police responded by asking me what was my problem? Then, "We're sending someone now." "We're sending someone now." But they weren't there yet, and there was no time left. But they weren't there yet, and there was no time left.

The Melony at that point was about a half-kilometer wide, narrowing down as it neared the falls.

I stayed just above the river and spotted the woman. But not Alex. Where the h.e.l.l was Alex?

Then we were into the rapids. Ahead I could see the observation platforms on both sides from which people came and gawked at the falls. And then I saw Alex. The two were almost abreast, but not close to each other. As I watched, the current drove the woman hard into a rock. Still, she managed to stay afloat.

She saw me coming and tried to wave. She used her left arm, and every time she did it she sank out of sight, only to fight her way back to the surface. Her right arm appeared to be useless.

Finally, an emergency vehicle appeared. But it was too far away to help.

Alex was trying to get to sh.o.r.e, but he was making no progress.

I raced in their direction. The AI warned me I was getting too close to the river. My heart pounded.

I couldn't save both. There was no way I could manage that. Might not be able to save either.

Make the call.

It had to be Alex. The woman waved at me with her good arm as I pa.s.sed overhead. I cut to port, positioned myself directly over him, and came down almost on top of him. It was a dangerous maneuver, but I had nothing else. I needed him to grab hold of one of the treads. It was all I could do.

A police voice broke in: "Vamoso, are you crazy? Get out of there." "Vamoso, are you crazy? Get out of there."

I counted to five, thinking how either he was gone, or he was hanging on. Then I started up. We'd picked up some ma.s.s, so he was there. I could try the same method with the woman. There was just time, but if Alex was clinging to the treads, I'd almost certainly knock him loose.

But I knew what he'd have wanted.

The current had carried her past me. I came in behind her. The falls was so loud I could barely make out the police voices. "Be careful, Vamoso." "Be careful, Vamoso."

The water ahead was filled with rocks. I came down above her, got as low as I could. Then the river was gone and I was looking down into that vast chasm. Mist swirled up.

I drifted over a gra.s.sy bank and got as low as I could until the extra pressure on the antigravs vanished, signaling he'd let go. Then I pulled up until I could see him. He was stretched out on the sh.o.r.e. On the river, an emergency vehicle was circling the edge of the falls. I landed a few meters from him.

He looked exhausted. "Thanks," he said.

"I tried to get both of you."

"I know." He pulled himself into a sitting position. A police vehicle was coming down near us. "I'm sorry. There wasn't enough time. I don't think she could have held on anyhow. It looked as if she'd broken an arm."

TWENTY-SEVEN.

The thing about murder is, it's so personal. War's not good either. But in combat, at least, you only get killed because you've gotten in the way. Soldiers from opposite sides have even been known to get together after hostilities cease and toast each other. But chances are good that you'll never raise a gla.s.s to someone who's tried to take you out, you, by name, date of birth, and eye color.

-Racine Vales, Memoirs "It was a fluxer," Fenn said. We were in his office.

"A what what?" I asked.

"Universal solvent. It was placed on one of the support beams. Held in place by a magnet."

"What do you carry a universal solvent in?" I asked.

"It gets mixed as it gets sprayed, Chase."

"I know who's doing it," I said.

Both men looked at me in surprise. "Who's that?" asked Fenn.

"She's tall, pale, thin. Looks like a mortician. I saw her on the train to Carnaiva, and saw her again the last time I ate at Tardy's. She was there this morning."

"You can identify her?"

"Absolutely."

"All right. Why don't you look through our files, and we'll see if we can figure out who she is."

He turned on a display.

"Before we start," I said, "I have a question."

"Sure."

"The woman who died out there today. Who was she?"

"Her name was Mira Espy. She was twenty."

Mira hadn't lived long enough to accomplish much. She looked good, and she enjoyed parties. She was in school, and had a part-time job as a medical receptionist. Judging from the turnout at the memorial service, she had a lot of friends.

The Mortician was Petra Salyeva. She'd been denied a physics doctorate after threatening the life of a young man who hadn't paid sufficient attention to her. Doctors had diagnosed her with Kalper's Disease, which severely limits the ability to experience empathy. Authorities were contemplating a mind wipe, but she disappeared while they debated. She was a killer for hire. Current whereabouts unknown. Though not anymore.

She was, by the way, a pilot, although her license had been revoked.

"You're sure that's her?" Fenn asked.

"No question."

"Okay. She's good at what she does. So we'll have to a.s.sign a security detail. Until we can lock her down."

So I acquired a guard. Her name was Rhonda.

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