'That money came from selling antiquities that I found in the course of my own private explorations,' Troy said.
'In which case the tax folks are going to want to see a hell of a lot of receipts. And they'll still want an explanation for the phony IDs used on the accounts.'
'I can handle the CSTS,' Troy said evenly. 'If that's all you've got, you're about to find yourself unemployed.'
'You're underestimating the CSTS, but that's your problem. As a matter of fact, I have got something more in the way of proof. I just came from an interesting conversation with Donovan Corley.'
Troy stiffened. 'The hell you did.'
'Corley was a little annoyed to hear that his firm might have been connected to a drug operation, so he turned over all of the paperwork he had relating to a certain UEX project that took place six months ago.'
'If anyone's running a drug operation in the rain forest, it's UEX,' Troy said.
'According to the reports, they never found the alien ruin where the juice is produced. They didn't find a damn thing because on the advice of the hunter in command, they cut their losses and turned back before they stumbled onto the drug fountains. The hunter in charge was you.'
'It's not unusual for a Councilman to work on an important joint exploration project; you know that,' Troy said. 'We had a deal with Corley's company. The Guild invested heavily in the venture. In situations like that, we always send a high-ranking member of the organization along to protect Guild interests.'
'In this case, you protected your own interests—yours and Jenner's. Here's how it went down. At some point two weeks into the expedition, you and your second-in-command, Cal Wilson, went ahead on a routine scouting mission. You found the alien ruin, but you couldn't get inside because it was protected by the biggest ghost river either of you had ever encountered. Neither one of you could de-rez river light.'
Troy's face twisted with fury. 'You're making this up as you go along.'
'You recognized the potential value of the discovery, and you didn't want to share it with UEX. You and Wilson made a deal. You noted the coordinates, and then you went back to the UEX team. You told them that the entire sector was blocked by a massive ghost storm. No one can work storm light. The team turned around and returned to the surface.'
'If you think the authorities are going to buy this, think again.'
Fontana thrust his hands into the pockets of his raincoat. 'Here's where it gets really interesting. You knew that one of the other men on the UEX team could work river light. Jake Tanner. After the UEX people were safely out of the way, you and Wilson returned to the ruin with Jake. He de-rezzed the ghost river for you.'
'Tanner's a juice dreamer,' Troy said. 'His testimony is worthless.'
Fontana ignored that. 'All three of you went into the ruin. You found the ultraviolet generators and the juice fountains. The waters in the fountains were obviously infused with a lot of unusual psi, but it tested clean just like all of the rest of the water sources discovered in the jungle.'
'You're starting to irritate me, Fontana.' Troy made a small move with one hand. A mag-rez gun materialized in his fist. 'I mean, really irritate me.'
'Jake and Wilson drank some of the water. Ten minutes later they were in dreamland. You couldn't wake them, so you were forced to sit there until they woke up. While you waited, you experimented with the ultraviolet generators and discovered what they could do.'
Troy smiled. 'Those generators are incredible, Fontana. Absolutely amazing. There's no knowing what the aliens used them for, but I realized their potential as weapons immediately. It's the first reliable, sophisticated technology we've come across that can be operated both on the surface and underground in heavy psi conditions. What's more, you don't need a hunter's talent to activate them.'
'You didn't tell Tanner and Wilson what the generators could do, did you?'
'Of course not.' Troy's disgust was clear. 'Tanner and Wilson came out of their dreams in a state of euphoria. They couldn't stop talking about their visions. I realized immediately that the fountains were a source of some kind of highly addictive hallucinatory drug.'
'All you had to do was figure out a way to make the discovery profitable.'
'Yes,' Troy said. 'There were some serious logistical issues to be resolved. I faced the same distribution obstacles as any other businessman trying to get a product to market. I also knew I couldn't hope to run the operation alone out of the jungle. So I brought Jenner in on the deal.'
'Was it Jenner's idea to form a partnership with the Riders?'
Troy nodded. 'Got to hand it to him. It was a brilliant move. He said we couldn't risk trying to recruit Guild men to sell and distribute the juice. He was right. You and some of the others on the Council would have heard the rumors. Also, it would have been a PR disaster if the cops had started arresting hunters and charging them with dealing the latest street drug.'
'But everyone knew the Riders were already established in the drug dealing business. It's no big deal whenever one of them gets snagged by the cops.'
'One of the problems we discovered straight off was that the juice only works well on people with strong para-resonating talents. That limited our market to hunters. We focused on retirees and guys living on the streets.'
'At some point Cal Wilson proved to be a problem, didn't he?'
'The stupid son of a ghost tried to blackmail me,' Troy said. 'He wanted a bigger piece of the action.'
'So you killed him.'
'I had no choice. Tanner was much easier to handle. He was a solid Guild man. I told him that the ghost juice fountains were a deep, dark, Guild secret. That was fine by him. All he cared about was his next fix. I made sure he got it. He couldn't handle his Guild work anymore, though, so he was forced to resign.'
'You kept him alive because you knew you might need him again someday.'
'You know how it is with those damn ghost rivers. You de-rez one, and two weeks or six months later, the currents come back.'
'That's just what happened this week, wasn't it? The river came back, blocking access to the ruin. So you picked up Jake Tanner and took him back down into the jungle to get rid of it.'
'He had to come out of his drug haze to do the job. He looked around and saw the other washed-up hunters we were using for labor. I realized that if he went back to the surface, he would start talking.'
'So you made him one of the prisoners.'
'We're always short of labor underground,' Troy agreed. 'In fact, I intended to pick up a few more burnouts this week. I had plans to expand the business to the other city-states. But you've ruined all that.'
'Why did you murder Jenner?'
Troy shrugged. 'I didn't. Don't get me wrong, I was going to get rid of him after you fried him, but I never got the chance. He died from a stroke, just like the doctors said. I am, however, going to kill you.'
'You want my job.'
'Oh, yes,' Troy said. 'I want your job. And I'm going to get it, too. The Council will be only too happy to give it to me when I prove to them that you were running the drug lab.'
'Shooting me here in your office is going to be a little messy. Bound to raise a few questions, don't you think?'
'Self-defense. You threatened me because you knew I was going to report your drug operation to the Council.' Troy raised the mag-rez. 'I had no choice.'
Ultraviolet light flared, bathing Troy in waves of heavy psi. Shock etched his features. His hand clenched spasmodically on the grip of the mag-rez, but it was too late. The weapon's sophisticated technology died, under the impact of the energy beam. Simultaneously every light in the room crackled and winked out. The computer screen went dark.
Fontana removed the ultragenerator from the pocket of his raincoat. He looked down at the unconscious man. 'You were wrong. You did have a choice.'
HE COMPLETED HIS SEARCH OF THE OFFICE A SHORT TIME later. There was one ultragenerator in the hidden floor safe. That made a total of five recovered. One was still missing.
