Which led immediately to other questions, such as whether Hardin's takeover had been friendly or hostile. If the latter, how hostile had it been, and how exactly Veldrick was positioning himself to deal with it.
But intriguing though the boardroom stratagems might be, they were far outside the scope of our immediate task. "How long have you been on New Tigris?" I asked, selecting a cola and a cookie sandwich.
"Eight years," Veldrick said. "There are some rich selenium and iridium deposits about fifty kilometers west of the city, and we've been taking advantage of them to get some high-end production going. We've been shipping product for nearly seven years now, and the operation has been showing a profit for the past three."
"Impressive," I said, taking a bite of the sandwich. Shrimp, I decided, or the local equivalent. "I presume you're still shipping mostly to Earth?"
"Mostly, but we've also been working to develop markets with the Juriani and Cimmaheem." He smiled. "I'm guessing that's what caught Mr. Hardin's interest in our little company."
"Probably," I agreed. "Mr. Hardin's very big on extending his markets outward."
"As well he should be," Veldrick said. "That's the direction of the future."
He cocked his head. "But I don't imagine you came all this way just to chat about market conditions."
Clearly, he was inviting me to tell him why Hardin had sent me. Problem was, I didn't have the slightest idea why Hardin would even do something like that. "It's nothing you need to worry about," I assured him, going for the vaguest answer I could find on short notice. "This sort of visit is pretty much routine, at least in certain cases."
"What sort of cases?" he asked.
I gave him the bland formal smile I'd learned at Westali for use against criminal suspects and nosy senators. "I'm sure you understand I can't go into details," I said. "Again, though, it's nothing to worry about."
He held my eyes another couple of heartbeats and then gave a small shrug. "Of course," he said, pretending to be satisfied with my answer. "Where are you staying, by the way? The Hanging Gardens?"
I shook my head. "For the moment, we're just staying aboard our torchyacht."
"The Hanging Gardens," he said firmly. "Third and Chestnut. It's the best hotel in Imani City. All the visiting dignitaries stay there, and it's convenient to both our offices and our assembly plant." He cocked his head again. "Or you could stay here," he added, as if the thought had just occurred to him. "I have a very nice guest suite."
"No, we couldn't possibly impose on you that way," I demurred.
"At least let me show it to you," he said, standing up and gesturing through an archway covered with strings of glittering, diamond-like beads. "It's just on the other side of the meditation room."
He stepped to the doorway and pulled the strings aside for us, the beads making gentle bell-like whisperings as they moved. With Bayta close behind me, I stepped through.
The meditation room was small but nicely arranged. There were four large floor pillows clustered in the middle of the room, surrounded by several candelabra with attached incense burners. Along one wall was another fireplace, much smaller than the one out in the great room. On the wall opposite it was a tiered trough with a miniature stream of flowing water, complete with a couple of small waterfalls and a set of rapids.
And inside the trough, glistening with the water flowing over it, was a long patterned formation of coral.
Modhran coral.
Veldrick had a Modhran mind segment right here inside his house.
I shouldn't have reacted. I should have glanced at the coral, made some nice polite comment about how lovely and peaceful the room looked, and moved on.
But the discovery was so unexpected that I couldn't catch myself in time. Instead, I stopped with a jerk, my torso giving a sharp twitch. "That's—"
I broke off. But it was too late. "It's Modhran coral," Veldrick said, his tone subtly altered as he came up behind me. I twitched again, taking a long step away and turning to face him.
But there was no weapon in his hand. "Come now, Mr. Donaldson," he said with a faintly mocking smile. "It's not that impressive."
"It's not the impressiveness that worries me," I said, searching for something else to hang my reaction on. It was still possible the fake Donaldson identity had him fooled. "It's the ramifications," I went on. "Last I heard, it was still illegal to import coral or coral-like substances onto Confederation worlds."
He waved a hand, his nose wrinkling in genteel contempt. "A ridiculous law," he said. "Probably illegitimate, certainly unenforceable. Besides, you've no idea how a gift of Modhran coral helps to grease the wheels of commercial enterprise. Especially with non-Humans."
"Perhaps," I said. There were several arguable points in there, but this wasn't the time to argue them. This was the time to make our farewells and get the hell out of here. "But it's getting late. Perhaps we'll go take a look at the Hanging Gardens."
"But you haven't seen the guest suite," Veldrick reminded me, gesturing toward a doorway on the far side of the meditation room, this one also sporting a shimmering wall of beads. "Right through there."
The guest suite was indeed nice, on a par with a mid-range hotel room. I made the standard comments and murmurs of appreciation, again insisted that I couldn't allow us to be a burden to him, and again attempted to disengage.
This time, it worked. Veldrick escorted us back to the front door, encouraged me to come by the office in the morning, and let us leave.
The cops who'd delivered us were long gone. Getting my bearings, I turned us east toward Broadway, one of Imani City's major streets, where we should be able to find an autocab stand.
Broadway was four blocks away. We'd covered two of them before Bayta finally spoke. "Do you think he knows?" she asked.
"After that two-hundred-twenty-volt twitch of mine?" I growled, feeling disgusted with myself. "If he didn't know before, he certainly does now."
"I don't know," she said thoughtfully. "If showing us the coral was supposed to confirm who we are, why didn't the Modhri do something with that information?"
"You heard him, back at Yandro," I reminded her. "He's going to leave us alone until we find and destroy the Abomination."
She shivered. "Rebekah?"
"That's the logical assumption," I said. "We know the Modhri was tracking Lorelei, and those offworld searchers Karim mentioned were probably also walkers. Coordinated by Veldrick's meditation-room coral, no doubt." I frowned as something suddenly struck me. "Interesting."
"What is?"
"I was just wondering when the coral was brought in," I said, trying to think this through. "It's possible Veldrick himself isn't actually a walker."
Bayta shook her head. "I doubt the Modhri would set up an outpost without a walker here to watch over it."
"Oh, I have no doubt Veldrick's on his way to becoming one," I said. "But if the Modhri just recently figured out Rebekah is here, he may have brought in the outpost solely to coordinate the search. In that case, Veldrick's polyp infection may not have grown to full colony status yet."
"I suppose that's possible," Bayta said, still sounding doubtful. "Especially if there were other walkers here he could use in an emergency."
"Right," I said. "My question is why bother with a coral outpost at all? Why not just use walkers for the search?"
"Shall we go back and ask him?"
"Thanks, but I've had enough socializing for one day," I said. "Let's go check out this Hanging Gardens place and see what it's like."
Bayta was silent for another half block. "What about Rebekah?" she asked.
"For now, we leave her where she is," I said. "In fact, now that you and I are no longer flying under the radar, we should probably steer clear of the whole Zumurrud District for a few days."