"Liviani gave me the list of Senators," Bog said. "That is standard.
The head of the Games Council always gets a list of important beings throughout the galaxy to accord special favors to. I used the Council funds to pay the Ruling Power for the skyboxes. You see, the Ruling Power makes the seating available. They have all the stadium plans. Arranging seating may seem trivial, but it's a very important task."
"So who did you contact to arrange the skyboxes?"
"As it turned out, I didn't have to contact anyone. He came to me. An odd four-eyed creature. His name was Boosa… no, that's not it. Beesa…"
"Besum?"
"That's it." Bog nodded as the crowd jeered a questionable play. "I transferred the credits and ordered the seating from Boosa… ah, Besum, and he handed me the receipts."
"Do you have them?"
"No. I placed them in the welcome packs for the Senators." At last the seriousness of the matter began to penetrate Bog's self-absorption. "I only followed protocol," he said nervously.
Obi-Wan frowned. Why would the Senators want receipts to be placed in their welcome packets? Anyone could see them. He would think they would go to great lengths to hide the fact that they were betting on the Games.
Could it be that the Senators themselves don't know about this?
Could it be that the Ruling Power has arranged this in order to disgrace them?
But why?
Bog grew restless at Obi-Wan's silence. "I didn't place any bets! I'm sure this is a misunderstanding."
"I'm sure it isn't," Astri said to her husband. "Obi-Wan knows what he's talking about." She turned to Obi-Wan. "Is Bog in trouble?"
Bog swallowed. "If I am, I will face it."
"We will face it," Astri said, putting her hand on Bog's arm.
"Together."
Obi-Wan saw the look that Bog gave Astri, a look of tenderness and devotion. He saw that Bog did love Astri, and his instincts told him that Bog had been used as a pawn in the scheme. No doubt whoever was behind it did not care if Bog took the fall.
Looking at the love on Astri's face for her husband, Obi-Wan decided that he would do anything in his power to make sure that did not happen. He remembered a time long ago when Astri had cut off her pretty curls, shaved her head, and learned how to shoot a blaster in order to help him track down Qui-Gon. She had not thought of herself as a brave person, but she had faced down blaster bolts and a laser whip, and had never left his side. No, he would not let anything happen to Astri.
"Bog will not be in trouble if he didn't do anything wrong," Obi-Wan told the couple. "I will make sure of that. Now, please excuse me."
Obi-Wan stepped outside, leaving the sounds of the match behind him.
He quickly contacted Jocasta Nu at the Temple.
"I am sending you a list of Senators. I need to know if there is any link among them." Obi-Wan waited for her to read the list of names. "Does anything come to mind right now?" he asked.
"Nothing," Jocasta Nu said. "There are many ways Senators can be linked, Obi-Wan. Through sponsoring legislation. Committees. Subcommittees.
Special hearings. Oversight subcommittees on special hearings — "
"I get the picture," Obi-Wan said. "Just do the best you can, as quickly as you can. Can you also look into the Ruling Power, and see if there is some connection with those Senators?"
"Of course. I'll contact you as soon as I have information."
Obi-Wan thanked Jocasta Nu and cut the communication. He leaned against the railing and looked out over the sprawling city. Beings streamed through the streets, and he could hear the distant roar of a crowd in the nearby stadium. If the betting were exposed, the Senators involved would be drawn into a scandal. It would not matter if they were guilty or innocent.
Their reputations would suffer. Was that the goal?
An insider, Fligh had said. It could be someone in the Ruling Power.
Or someone close to the Games themselves.
He called up Bog's file on his datapad again. He flipped through the holographic files, remembering the notations on Uso Yso's screen.
The bets had been placed on the bowcaster skill contest, the obstacle course race, and the Podrace. The same events that Aarno Dering had on his data-pad.
Obi-Wan contacted Didi on his comlink. "Have you found out where Fligh is staying?"
"The Sleek Cruiser Inn on Grand Eucer Street," Didi said. "Room 2222.
But let me assure you, my friend, this inn is no sleek cruiser. More like a garbage barge."
"Just make sure Fligh doesn't go off-planet," Obi-Wan told Didi.
"Contact me if he does."
"I am your servant, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan tapped his finger on his comlink, planning his next move. He could handle Fligh, but on the other hand, this was more than a pesky problem. It was time to call in the other Jedi teams.
He activated his comlink and contacted Siri. He filled her in on what he had discovered.
"It seems as though the Ruling Power could be behind this," he said.
"They might want to blackmail Senators in order to gain power in the Senate, getting appointed to powerful posts. But we have no real proof, and we don't have much time. All three events are scheduled to take place this afternoon."
"What do you need?" Siri asked, getting to the point as quickly as possible, as she usually did.
"I have to pay a visit to Fligh, and I'd like some company," Obi-Wan said. "I think some additional Jedi presence is needed."
"I'll be there. And I'll contact Ry-Gaul," Siri said.
The problem of Anakin entering the Podrace had never left Obi-Wan's mind. Why had his Padawan done such a thing without telling him? It was not the first time Anakin's impulsiveness had worried and alarmed Obi-Wan.
His comlink signaled. Anakin was calling. Obi-Wan answered.
"Master, things have developed here," Anakin said.
"Sebulba has recognized me. Because of that, Deland stepped in to avoid a fight and was injured. He cannot race. I… I offered to race in his place. Doby and Deland are trying to free their sister — "