Nightmare

'The DNA,' Tan said, 'doesn’t belong to Dorna. Or any of the known victims.'

'Is that good or bad?' Ara asked.

Tan gave her a hard look. 'Bad. If it belonged to a victim, we could get an arrest warrant in five minutes. But we don’t know who it belongs to, so we get nothing.'

Ara swirled her glass around the table, making thoughtful rings of condensed water. The smell of fried onions and mushrooms hung on the air. Nicky’s Restaurant, the quiet, dark place they had taken Kendi after the Dream recreation, had become a customary meeting place for Ara and Inspector Tan. Over the three days since Dorna’s disappearance, Tan had begun consulting with Ara regularly-more often, it seemed to Ara, than with her partner. Linus Gray, however, was handling the non-Silent aspects of the case-coordinating technicians, interpreting their evidence, and so on, leaving Tan free to handle the Silent end.

'It’s been three days,' Ara said, thinking aloud. 'We’ve checked with all her friends and they haven’t seen her. She has no relatives on Bellerophon because she was brought here as a newly-freed slave, so she hasn’t gone to ground with anyone like that. We know she hasn’t left the planet because the spaceport was put on alert for her right after she attacked Ben.' A surge of anger passed through Ara, and she had to work to keep it out of her voice. 'So where is she hiding?'

'My vote is still the forest,' Tan said. 'There are tons of places to hide, and anyone who knows basic survival skills-'

'Like the ones we teach at the monastery,' Ara sighed.

'— could live out there for a long time.' Tan speared a deep-fried mushroom and dipped it in spicy brown sauce. 'I wonder which personality does the surviving. Dammit, we have to talk to her. Every instinct I have tells me she’s connected to the murders. Too much of a coincidence that all this happened right in the middle of the investigation.'

'Do you think she did it?'

'She’s my prime suspect,' Tan admitted. 'Did you know that in almost a thousand years we’ve never had a serial killer case on Bellerophon? I have no precedents to work with. None. So I’ve been doing a lot of reading about serial killers and a lot of talking to law enforcement people on other planets. Father Ched-Hisak knows a lot about human psychology, too. They all tell me that female serial killers are rare and that women with multiple personalities tend to be more suicidal than homicidal. It’s the opposite for men. In other words, the women kill themselves while the men kill other people. But there are plenty of exceptions. I’m willing to bet we have one of them. Lucky us.'

'We checked the records,' Ara said, still swirling her glass. 'Dorna did arrive on Bellerophon just before Prinna Meg was murdered, so she’s been on the planet during the killings. I just …I just …'

'What?' Tan said.

'I like Dorna,' Ara said. 'She struck me as a bit odd-now I know why-but she’s always been nice.'

'I wouldn’t call the person-or personality-who attacked your son nice.'

'You’re right.' Ara pushed the glass aside. 'I just hate the idea that someone I know like this might be murdering people and chopping off their fingers. I keep hoping it turns out to be someone we haven’t even thought of yet.'

'Most of the time the murderer is obvious suspect,' Tan pointed out. 'The witness you’ve been ignoring because he’s on the outer edge never turns out to be the long-lost nephew-turned-killer. You never get to assemble all the suspects in the library to reveal this fact, either.'

The waiter came to clear away their plates and ask if they wanted desert. Ara passed a hand over her round stomach as a way of getting herself to decline, but her resolve refused to solidify.

'What’s today?' she asked the waiter, an older man with silver hair.

'Thursday,' he told her.

'Good. I always give in to temptation on Thursdays. Turtle fudge sundae, please.'

'And for you, ma’am?' the waiter asked Tan.

'More tea,' she rasped. 'I only give in to temptation on Tuesdays.'

The waiter left. Ara eyed Tan. 'You might want to give in more often. Stress reliever, you know.'

'Be easy to justify,' Tan said. 'I’m getting big pressure from higher up to solve this.'

'I’ll bet. Were you able to access Dorna’s sale records?'

'Some. Found out she’s had more than three owners. I talked to some of them. Or I talked to them through a Silent courier, anyway.'

'And?'

Tan shrugged. 'They never noticed any personality weirdness and don’t know of any Silent who were murdered during the time they owned her. Doesn’t mean much, of course. I’m still waiting to hear back from the police agencies-the killer’s M.O. is pretty unique-but it’s slow going. Most of the more densely-populated worlds have a dozen or more governments. That means a dozen or more law enforcement agencies, and they don’t always talk to each other.'

'Then let’s hope they talk to us.'

Kendi grinned and waved as Ben came into sight. Ben nodded to him from the top of the outdoor staircase. It had become their habit to meet here after both their classes were over for the day. Kendi was still living at the Rymar house, though there had never been any indication that the killer was looking for Kendi.

'Better safe than sorry,' Ara had said.

'Irfan Qasad?' Kendi had said, earning him a why do I do this to myself? sort of sigh from Ara.

Ben was trotting down the stairs past several students going in the opposite direction when his upper body jerked forward. His computer pad flew out of his hand and he fell. Kendi watched in shock as he tumbled down the steps. People swore in surprise and leaped out of the way. The thuds and thumps as his body hit the stairs were awful. At last Ben came to rest at the bottom. His computer pad struck the ground some distance away and skidded over the edge of the walkway.

'Ben!' Kendi got to his side without any idea of how he had traversed the space between them. Ben’s face was white, and his freckles stood out like tiny lesions. Kendi automatically reached down to pull him to his feet, but then Brother Dell’s first aid training took over and he pulled back. 'Ben! Are you all right?'

Ben shifted position and groaned. 'Shit.'

A voice tinged with harsh laughter called down, 'Loudmouth!' A pejorative, the opposite of Silent.

Kendi looked up and saw two students he didn’t recognize, one male and one female. Both of them were laughing. Kendi didn’t even think. He sprinted up to the top of the stairs and smashed head-first into the male. Kendi flailed with both fists, heedless of the counterblows that rained down upon him, until a firm hand yanked him straight out of the fight. Ched-Balaar clatter ordered him to stop. Kendi swung twice more at empty air before the order registered and he obeyed. It was hard to breathe and took him a moment to realize he was dangling by his collar from Father Ched-Hisak’s left hand. The Ched-Balaar’s right hand held the other male student, and a human teacher Kendi didn’t recognize had restrained the female. Father Ched-Hisak lowered Kendi to the deck, and Kendi found he could breathe again.

'What’s going on here?' the human teacher demanded.

'They pushed Ben down the stairs,' Kendi said hotly.

'That’s a lie!'

An argument ensued. The two students continued to deny the charge, and Father Ched-Hisak had to restrain Kendi a second time. Finally Father Ched-Hisak sounded a deep, rumbling noise like a foghorn that silenced everyone.

'No one can lie in the Dream,' he said. 'We will bring these two there to learn the truth.'

Both students blanched but didn’t protest when the human teacher lead them away. Father Ched-Hisak turned to Kendi. His wide brown eyes were hard.

'And you,' he chattered, 'you will once again find yourself on work detail.'

'But they pushed-'

'That does not excuse your fighting,' Father Ched-Hisak told him. 'Finish this sentence: ‘Serene must you walk