We were chewing on pastries that Peifer had brought with him. Alex took a bite out of a cinnamon roll. "What makes you think it's a rift?" he asked. "We're in a highly problematic field, Alex. There's no hard data. But let me show you what we do have." He proceeded to do so. In detail. He put up a display that tracked how a deformity in the continuum might occur, resulting from too much stress, how it might even be caused by the new star drive, the one that had been developed by the Dellacondans during their war with the Mutes and was just now coming into wide use. He apparently had no conception of Alex's role in those events. I understood none of it, and I was pretty sure Alex had gotten lost, too. "So where is it now?" he asked. "This deformity?" "There's no way to know without going out to find it. But the government won't do that. They don't want to admit it's out there. I know. I've talked to them. But it is there, Alex. And I'd be willing to bet it's coming this way. That's why they're keeping it quiet. They want to avoid panic. They keep talking about Mutes to distract people." "How fast would it be traveling?" "Best guess for a fracture of this nature: about ten percent of cee." "Then it would be here in about-" He scribbled some numbers on a pad. Made a face. Saberna grinned. It wasn't easy to be in the presence of ordinary people. "Three hundred years." "That doesn't sound like crisis proportions."
"We think they're worried about the economics," said Peifer. "It would scare the hell out of people. The economy would collapse. It might be hard to hold society together if you have to take a short-range view." "Short-range?" I said. "Three centuries?" "They're probably right," said Alex. "It wouldn't be the short-range view. It would be that there's no future." I thought about Wexler selling his property. Cashing out while he could. "What would happen," Alex asked, "if it arrived in this area? How big is the damned thing?" "That's anybody's guess." "Why do you think it's coming here?" Saberna crossed his arms. "I think the government went out and looked. And they didn't like what they found. Vicki Greene found out about it somehow, and they had to keep her quiet. Why else would they have done the lineal block?" Alex was rubbing his eyebrows, staring down at the floor. "How would they even have known where to look?" Saberna was having trouble keeping the exasperation out of his voice. "It would be a very easy threat to check. You would only have to be concerned if it were coming in this direction, is that not right? Yes. They could have found out its theoretical velocity. And they knew it was out near the Lantner world thirty-three years ago. After that it would simply have been a matter of doing the math." Alex shook his head. "That can't be right," he said. "Why not?" "If you're correct, what's the point of building the shelters?" Saberna held out his hands, palms up. Wasn't it obvious? "It's a distraction. They know rumors about the distortion have gotten out. They're trying to sell the Mute story." I hadn't heard any of the rumors. "The mainline media stay away from them," said Peifer. "But we've been hearing them for the last two months. I think this is exactly what's happening. Global has been reporting that some people near the top of the government have been divesting themselves of holdings and converting their wealth into Confederate currencies. The sort of thing you might do if a major catastrophe was on the way. But on the other hand, economists are talking about a downturn, and they say divestment routinely happens at such times." "You think it gives credence to Ecco's ideas?" "I don't know. Maybe it just means stormy weather ahead, and they're putting their holdings in the vault. But hell, if the end of the world is coming, then yes, I'd expect the people who know about it to be trying to get clear. And take their money with them." His eyes grew hard. "And they'd have every incentive to keep it quiet."
Despite their name, the Starlight Suites had no suite. The proprietor seemed to think that a suite was a room with an elegant name. So we had separate quarters. I retired to mine, got ready for bed, killed the lights, and took a minute to look down at the street. We were on the top floor, the fourth. There were shops across the way, a legal office, a landing pad. I half expected to see someone watching us. But it was quiet. Maybe we were safe. Nevertheless, I didn't unpack my bag, other than to hang up the new clothes I'd bought. This was my first experience being on the run, and I can't say I cared for it much. I was still pumping too much adrenaline, I guess, to sleep well. I watched the HV for a while. Finally, toward dawn, I drifted off. We went to breakfast at a place called Bandy's, where we both grumbled about inedible food and avoided talking about interspatial rifts. "We'll keep the hotel room here," Alex said. "But I think it's time to head for the asteroid." I thought so, too. But on the way back to the Starlight Suites we saw a guy coming out of the building. He paused on the front steps, gazed across the street, and walked away. There was something of Agents
Krestoff and Bong in the way he carried himself. I steered Alex into a turn. "Stay away from the building," I said. "I think so, too." "Give me your key." He produced it. "What are you going to do?" "Make sure we don't get picked up again. You go back to Bandy's and have some coffee. I'll come get you when I'm sure it's safe." The Starlight Suites lacked a rooftop parking area, but there was a connecting walkway with the Weidner Building, which housed several business offices. I left Alex and walked into the Weidner Building. Rode the elevator up to the fourth floor and climbed a set of stairs to the roof. The door was locked. But my room key opened it. I let myself out onto the roof, and crossed to the Suites in the connector. It was cold. I hurried down to ground level, keeping to the staircases. I took a good look around the lobby before I showed myself. When I was satisfied no one was there except the bot at the desk, I walked over to her. "Hello, Dale," she said pleasantly, using the alias we'd given the hotel. "What can I do for you?" "Has anyone been asking for us? Either me or Henry?" The bot nodded. "Um, yes. A police officer was in here a few minutes ago. He showed us pictures of you and the gentleman." "What did you tell him?" "That I'd never seen you. But I don't think he believed me." I gave her some money for the owner. "Thanks, Hass."
I went back up to the rooms, grabbed my bags and Alex's, and dragged them up onto the roof, across the walkway, and down through the Weidner Building. I hauled the two bags out onto the sidewalk, flagged down a land cab, went to the restaurant, and picked up Alex. Twenty minutes later we were at the train station.
TWENTY-FIVE
"It is not true, Mirra, that anyone who walks through that door simply vanishes. Walks out of the world and is never heard from again. It's true of some. I, however, would be perfectly safe. In fact, virtually anyone you brought in from the street would be perfectly safe." "Who then, Professor?" "Only those you love, Mirra. Only they are threatened."
- Midnight and Roses
We rode the train into Marinopolis. On the way, Alex asked me to make a shuttle reservation. For one. Uno . "How come?" I said. We were seated in a compartment, just back from the dining car with sandwiches. He looked out at a large patch of farmland. "Chase, we both know they'll probably be waiting for us at either the terminal or at Samuels. Probably both places." "I know." "We can't afford to have them take both of us." "So what are you suggesting?"
"I'm going up alone. If I make it okay, I'll look up your friend Ivan and see if he can be persuaded to take me out to the asteroid. I won't try to get Belle because I'm pretty sure Wexler'll be watching it." He took a deep breath. "You think Ivan would go along?" "Maybe," I said. "Well, we'll have to give it a try." "Alex, I don't like this." "Neither do I. But we have to play our best shot." I did what he asked. But I also went into a sulk. "I know how you feel," he said. "But we're going to do it this way. Now, before we get to the station, I have something to show you." He drew the blinds, took out a notebook, and killed the lights. "I don't think we need be concerned about a rift." "Good," I said. "Why?" He activated the notebook. It gave us a soft glow. "I think Saberna's a guy on a mission. I checked him out. He's been trying to make the case for spatial rifts for years. It's his pet project. If he finds one, maybe they'll name it for him." "So we're, what, back to the Mutes again?" "I don't think so. We talked about the Calient mission." "Yes." "Watch." He primed the notebook. A yellow globe appeared in the center of the room. "Seepah," he said. Eight smaller lights, representing planets, were circling it. "Okay, let's look at the position of everything when the transmissions stopped." The orbiting lights glided to a halt. "The monitors that shut down were on the third and seventh worlds." "Okay." He paused. "Notice anything?" "Just lights." "The third and seventh worlds are on the same side of the sun." "So's the fifth world. And for that matter the outermost." "The fifth world was already shut down. That's the one with the failed transmitter." "But the signal from the eighth was still coming in, right?" "Yes. Maybe it was too far out." "Too far out for what?" Alex is a decent-looking guy. Especially when he gives you the big smile that always indicates he's figured out where the Ibritic tomb is, or some such thing. I got that smile then, underscored by the half-light. "I don't know yet." I took a bite out of my sandwich and chewed slowly. It was good. "Alex, what are you trying to tell me?" "The transmissions stopped six centuries ago. Six hundred fourteen years, to be exact." "Standard years?" "Yes." "Okay. So what's the point?" I took another bite. Chewed some more. "Let me show you." Seepah's system blinked off. Callistra appeared. A bright azure light near the window. Then a dim yellow star near the door. Seepah. And, finally, off to one side and still farther away, almost flat against the door, a tiny red light. The asteroid. "I'm going to draw an arc around Callistra, at Seepah's range," Alex said. He pressed a pad on his notebook and the arc appeared, to the extent the dimensions of the room would permit it. It passed through the dwarf star. Next, we got a second arc, drawn through the asteroid. "The distance from Seepah," he said, "to the asteroid is more than two thousand light-years." "Okay." "But the distance between the arcs is only five hundred eighty-one light-years." "Alex, you say that as if it has some significance." "The Lantner incident occurred thirty-six years ago. The loss of the Seepah signal happened six hundred