Petoskey invited Max to the empty seat beside him. “Are you sure you feel up to this, Nikomedes?”
“Doc says I’ll be fine as long as it’s brief.”
“This’ll be quick.”
Petoskey turned on the recorder and read the regulations calling a board of inquiry. “Ensign Reedy, do you wish to make a confession of your crimes at this time?”
Max looked at the youngster. He hadn’t seen or spoken to her since he’d taken the chips in the radio room. If Reedy broke and told them what Max had done, then the entire gamble was for naught.
“I have nothing to confess,” Reedy said.
“Corporal Burdick,” continued Petoskey, “will you describe what you found in the radio room.”
“The equipment had been disassembled and the memory chips replaced with spares.” He made eye contact with no one. “This happened sometime during the last shift when Lieutenant Lukinov and Ensign Reedy were on duty together.”
“Sergeant Simco, please describe your actions.”
“Sir, we made a complete search of Ensign Reedy’s person and belongings looking for the items described by Corporal Burdick. We found nothing there, nor in any place she is known to have visited. We also searched Lieutenant Lukinov’s belongings and found nothing.”
“Lieutenant Nikomedes,” continued Petoskey. “Would you describe what you saw in the radio room.” He added the exact date and shift.
Max repeated his story about the battery short circuit. “If Lukinov removed the chips that Ensign Burdick described, and he had them on him, then they were spaced.”
Petoskey nodded. “Yes, I’ve thought of that. Ensign Reedy, can you explain what happened to the chips containing the communications from the neutral ship?”
“No sir, I cannot.”
“Were you and Lieutenant Lukinov working together as spies for the Adareans?”
“I was not,” answered Reedy. “I can’t speak for the lieutenant, as I was not in his confidence.”
Petoskey slammed his fist on the table. “I think you’re a coward, Reedy. You’re too weak to take responsibility for your actions. I’d tell you to act like a man, but you’re not.”
If Petoskey hoped to provoke Reedy, then his gambit failed. She sat there, placid as a lake on a still summer day.
“Can we conduct a medical interrogation?” interjected Max.
Petoskey went to tug at his beard, but his fingers clutched at emptiness. “I’ve discussed that already with the surgeon and Commander Gordet. Noyes is only a medtech and not qualified to conduct an interrogation that will hold up in military court. Conceivably, we could even taint the later results of a test.”
Max leaned forward. “Can we use more… traditional methods?”
“I won’t command it,” said Petoskey, looking directly into the recorder. He waited for Max to speak again.
Max ran his tongue over the loose replacement teeth, saying nothing, and leaned back. He might get out of this, after all.
“However, if you think…,” said Petoskey.
Max looked at the camera. “Without an immediate danger, we should follow standard procedures.”
Petoskey accepted this disappointment and concluded the proceedings with a provisional declaration of guilt. He ordered Reedy confined to the brig until they returned to Jesusalem.
As Max limped back toward his quarters afterward he noticed that Gordet followed him.
“What can I do for you, Commander?” asked Max.
The bull-shaped second-in-command looked around nervously, then leaned in close. “There’s something you should know, sir.”
“What?” asked Max wearily. “That Petoskey ordered Simco to kill me, that he intended to blame it on Reedy, and then have her arrested and executed?”
Gordet jerked back. “Did you check the secret orders too?”
“What does it matter now? Simco failed, Reedy’s arrested anyway, and we’re on our way home. A bit of advice for you, Mr. Gordet.” He clapped him on the shoulder. “Next time you should pick your horse before the race is over.”
He walked away. When he returned to his room, he recovered the sheet with the combination from its hiding spot and destroyed it. He didn’t know what the secret orders said. He didn’t care.
There was only one thing he had left to do.
Third shift, night rotation, normal schedule. Max headed down to the brig carrying a black bag. One of Simco’s troopers stood guard. “I’m here to interrogate the prisoner,” Max said.
“Let me check with Sergeant Simco, sir.”
Max had been thinking hard about this. Only two people knew that he had the plans for the deflector, and the only way two people could keep a secret was if one of them was dead.
“Sarge wants to know if you need help,” said the trooper.
“Tell him that I take full responsibility for this, in the name of the Department of Political Education, and that no assistance will be necessary.”
The trooper relayed this information, then gave Max a short, sneering nod. “He says he understands. Perfectly. But he wants me to make sure that you’ll be safe in there.”
Max patted a hand on his black bag. “If you hear screaming,” he said, “don’t interrupt us unless it’s mine.”
The trooper twitched uncomfortably under Max’s glare. “Yes, sir.” He opened the door for Max.
Reedy twitched then sat up quickly on the edge of her bunk. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed, and she wore insignialess fatigues. She folded her hands on her knees, fingertip to fingertip, pressed together hard enough to turn her knuckles white.
He stepped inside. The room was barely eight feet by four, with a bed on one wall and a stainless steel toilet built into the corner opposite the door, “That’ll be all, trooper,” Max said. “I’ll signal you when I’m done.”
The hatch closed behind him and latched shut. He looked at Reedy. Her eyes were red and puffy but devoid of feeling, her cheeks hollow and drawn. A blue vein stood out vulnerably on her pale neck.
With his lips tight, Max gave her a small nod. He removed a wand from his bag and searched the room for bugs. She watched closely while he located and destroyed them.
“You look depressed,” he said quietly when he was done.
She shook her head, once. “No, I’ve been depressed before. This time it’s not bad.”
“Define not bad.”
“It’s bad when you want to kill yourself. Right now, I just wish I was dead. That’s not bad.”
Max sat down with his back against the door and opened his bag. He removed two tumblers and a bottle of ouzo. The ensign remained perfectly still as Max pulled out a plate, and ripped open vacuum-wrapped packages of cheese, sausages, and anchovies to set on it.
“Not proper mezedes at all,” he said apologetically. “The fish should always be fresh.”
He filled one cup and pushed it over toward Reedy, then poured and swallowed his own. It tasted like licorice, reminding him both of his childhood and his days as a young man in completely different ways. Reedy remained immobile.
“I’ve been thinking.” Max spoke very quietly, unbuttoning his collar. “When two men know a secret, it’s only safe if one of them is dead.” Good men had died already because of this. So would many more, likely enough, along with the bad. “Therefore you don’t know anything. Only I, and Lukinov, and Luldnov’s dead. Do you understand this?”
“I don’t know anything,” Reedy said, with just a hint of irony. She reached over and lifted the glass of ouzo with both hands.
“My department will declare you the most politically sound of officers. Intelligence will know the truth, at least at the level that matters. Drozhin will get the captain’s official report, but he’ll get another report unofficially. You’ll be fine.” He picked up an anchovy. “There will be a very difficult time, a very ugly court-martial. But you can survive that.”
“Again?”
“Again. This one will not be removed from the record due to extenuating circumstances.” Her attack on Vance had been one of self-defense. “But you’ll be exonerated. You’ll be fine. Things are changing. They’ll be better.” He believed that.