Day 68. 191 pages, 92,607 words.
“Well, not to worry. As soon as I conclude this deal, I’ll contact you. Do you know Strojen’s Foodhole, in the Burtok-Omn-Strojen Building?”
“I’ve heard the name.”
“We’ll meet there. So the police will know where to find me. And as an extra show of good faith, I want you to take the cruiser back to Capital Mind when you go. I’ll ride the rest of the way on the convoy’s van.”
Gornack glanced out of the porthole at the vast field of debris, and the sleek little one-man ship the Spider had offered him, floating alongside. “Why don’t I just take that?”
“Oh, you don’t want to take that,” Spied’jjer waved a hand dismissively. “It’s rigged to go to relative speed for twelve seconds, then shut down and burn out.”
Gornack stared. “Leaving me stranded in un-space if I happened to decide to leave.”
“There’s even a ration block and water accumulator in the back,” the Spider smiled. “Wouldn’t’ve wanted you dying too quickly.”