That was about 25:26.'
Garcia gave a polite cough that indicated his willingness to be interrupted by a question, and when there was none continued.
'Narbonne returned at 05:26 this morning to wake the captain, bring him his uniform and help him dress, but when he entered the captain's room he saw that the captain wasn't in his bed. He assumed Captain Fletcher was working in his office, so he put the uniform and the shoes on the rack, then returned to the orderly room and waited to be called.
'A few minutes later the captain's cook, Baca, brought Captain Fletcher's breakfast into the dining room. The captain wasn't there, but that wasn't unusual, and Baca also withdrew.'
'Neither of them looked in the office?' Michi asked.
'No. The captain doesn't-didn't-like to be disturbed when working.'
'Continue.'
'About 06:01 Baca returned and saw the captain's breakfast hadn't been touched. He knew we'd be going to quarters shortly, so he paged the Captain Fletcher to see if he'd be wanting anything at all to eat, and when there was no answer he went into the office and found the captain dead.'
Again Garcia coughed politely to provide a convenient break in his narrative, and this time Michi obliged him.
'What did Baca do then?'
'He paged Narbonne. Then he and Narbonne put their heads together and paged me.'
'You?' Martinez was startled. 'Why did they page the constabulary? Did they suspect foul play?'
Garcia seemed a little embarrassed. 'I think they were afraid they might be blamed for the captain's death. They wanted me there so they could… assure me they weren't responsible.'
Martinez supposed that was plausible. He could understand their reluctance to call an officer when they were standing over the body of their captain.
'I arrived on the scene at 06:14,' Garcia continued. 'The captain was cold and had clearly been dead for some time. I paged the doctor and a stretcher party, and then called Lady Michi.' His eyes turned to the squadcom. 'You ordered me to conduct an investigation. I told Narbonne and Baca to return to the orderly room, and then waited for the doctor. Once the doctor and stretcher party arrived, Doctor Xi pronounced the captain dead and took the body to sick bay. I looked over the office and, well, it was clear what happened.'
'And what happened was?' Michi prompted.
'Captain Fletcher got out of bed some time during the night, went into his office, fell and hit his head. There was an obvious wound on his right temple, and the corner of his desk had some blood, hair, and a bit of skin adhering.' For some reason Garcia had trouble pronouncing the word 'adhering,' but he managed it on the third try.
'My suspicion is that the captain got caught off-balance during the course change early this morning. There was one at 03:46. There was a moment of weightlessness, and then when acceleration resumed he was caught wrong-footed. Or maybe he was floating weightless in the room, and resumption of gravity caught him by surprise. Doctor Xi might be able to confirm the timing.'
Michi saw Martinez' surprised look out of the corner of her eye. 'Captain Martinez?' she said. 'Did you have a question?'
Martinez was startled. 'No, my lady,' he said quickly. 'I just remembered that I woke during that course change. I wonder… if I heard something.'
He groped through his memory, but failed to grasp whatever it was that had brought him awake.
'It was most likely the zero-gravity alarm that woke you up,' Kazakov said.
Martinez surrendered his quest through his memories. 'Very possible, my lady.'
Michi returned her attention to Garcia. 'Was the captain dressed?' she asked.
'No, my lady. He wore pajamas, a dressing gown, and slippers.'
'I have no more questions,' Michi said. She glanced at Martinez and Kazakov. 'Is there anything else?'
'I have a question,' Martinez said. 'Did you take any notice of what the captain was working on?'
'Working?'
'If he was in his office, I'd suppose he'd be working.'
'He wasn't working at anything. The display wasn't turned on, and there were no papers on the desk.'
'Where was his captain's key?'
Garcia opened his mouth, closed it, and opened again. 'I don't know, my lord.'
'Was it slotted into the desk?'
'I don't think so.'
Martinez looked at Michi. 'That's all,' he said. 'I think.'
Michi turned to the petty officer. 'Thank you, Garcia,' she said.
He braced and made his way out. Michi gave Martinez a look. 'That was good thinking, about the captain's key. It's got access to practically everything.' She turned to her desk and began entering codes. 'I'll cancel the key's privileges.'
This proved to be unnecessary, as the next person to report was Doctor Xi, who put Captain Fletcher's key on the desk in front of the squadron commander.
'I found this on a cord around his neck,' Xi said.
Lord Yuntai Xi was a small man with a well-tended white beard, salt-and-pepper hair that hung over his collar, and a little pot belly. The Xi clan were clients of the Gombergs and he had known the captain from boyhood. He spoke in a steady tenor voice, but there was a deep sadness in his brown eyes.
'Because we've spent most of the last hours at general quarters, I've been able to conduct only a superficial investigation. There is a substantial depression on the right side of the skull, and the skin is torn, and skull fracture is the obvious cause of death. There are no other wounds. I made a small incision under the ribs on the right side and inserted a thermometer into the liver, and from that I calculate that the time of death was 04:01, plus or minus half an hour.'
04:01 was only seven minutes after the change of course that might have caused the captain's stumble and death.
'Thank you, lord doctor,' Michi said. 'I think in view of the questions that will inevitably be raised, I think an autopsy will be required.'
Xi closed his eyes and sighed. 'Very well, my lady.'
After Xi left, Michi took up Fletcher's key and held the thin plastic strip thoughtfully in her hand.
'Do you wish me to make an announcement to the ship's company?' Martinez asked.
'No. I'll do it.' She tossed the key into the rubbish. 'That's a bad coincidence,' she said.
'Yes, my lady,' said Kazakov. Her expression was thoughtful.
'Coincidence?' Martinez repeated.
'First Kosinic,' Kazakov explained, 'and then Captain Fletcher.'
Kosinic had been Lady Michi's first tactical officer, and unusually for a staff officer had been a commoner, not a Peer. He had died early in Chenforce's journey from Harzapid to Zanshaa, and his death provided an opening on the staff that Martinez had jumped to fill; and he joined the squadron later, at Seizho.
'Coincidence?' Martinez said again. 'I don't understand what you mean by coincidence. I thought Lieutenant Kosinic died from wounds received at Harzapid.'
'No.' Michi's glare was savage. 'He fell and hit his head.'
Martinez returned to his cabin to find his orderly Alikhan, assisted by his other servants Espinosa and Ayutano, were packing his belongings.
Alikhan turned to him as he paused in the doorway. He was a tall, iron-haired man, a thirty-year veteran who had retired with the rank of Master Weaponer, and who had returned to the Fleet in Martinez' service.
'I presume we will be moving to the captain's cabin, my lord,' he said.
'I suppose we will.' Martinez hadn't actually got that far in his thinking.
Nor was there any point in wondering how Alikhan had known of the vacancy in the captain's quarters. Even though no announcement had been made, everyone on the ship might well know by now.
'We've removed your staff tabs from all your tunics except for the one you're wearing now,' Alikhan said. 'If
