Visions of Liberty

“Sam gave it to me as a present when we arrived here on Apogea. I don’t know, didn’t know, its history; that piece’s history. I mean, I know that when the Zsytzii overran the Jirandik worlds, the Jirandi ransomed themselves by giving up these heirlooms. But, you know, not all of them did. Some had been sold before and, many, you know, after the Zsytzii war was settled. Sam said it was one of those, that the provenance was data-perfect on it.”

The priest looked over at Arina. “Would Fonteneau steal something to right a wrong?”

She shifted her shoulders uneasily. “For the challenge of saying he had been to Apogea and come away with a prize, certainly. Acherengata would still go for a great deal on the open market. It would be just like him to take only that one piece. And the mandibles, just to prove where he’d gotten the cherengata.”

Veronika hugged her arms around herself. “Will you catch him?”

“The thief? He’s dead. His murderer? I don’t know.” Arina smiled. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about, though, Mrs. Abrams. Fonteneau had to work very hard to get here. I doubt there is anyone else who could manage the deception it took, especially as Covenant will modify procedures to prevent a recurrence. We will keep you informed of how the investigation is going. With any luck at all we should be able to return your cherengata to you.”

“Thank you, Arina.” The woman smiled. “I hope I won’t just see you in your official capacity. I have understood your wanting time alone, but there can be too much of that. When we invited you to dinner, we weren’t just being polite. On a world where people buy their way into paradise, spending time with who earned it is very dear.”

Arina nodded. “I, ah… thank you. I’m slowly returning to the world and I appreciate your concern. I wanted to visit. I got as far as your door, but turned away. Your invitation, it was just too soon for me.”

“That was understood, Arina, but the invitation is yet open. While you are in the City, we shall get time to visit, your work allowing. And you as well, Father. I was raised Catholic and have lapsed since being here. I’d offer to let you hear my Confession, but the things I have seen would give you a stroke.”

“It’s not the things you’ve seen, Mrs. Abrams, but what you’ve been doing while you’ve seen them that would be constituting sin.” The priest smiled. “If you feel the need, while I am here, I would be pleased to be of service.”

“I shall bear that in mind, Father, thank you.”

* * *

Arina and Father Flynn caught public transport back to her apartment in the City, and Captain Lavaryn soon joined them. The two safety officers synched their datapads and then set about reviewing all they had learned. Both of them characterized it as a great deal, but lamented it still did not tell them terribly much.

David Holcomb was positively identified as Stephen Fonteneau, according to files Covenant pulled in from Commonwealth computers. How he had gotten to Apogea remained unclear, but a David Holcomb had applied for work and had been accepted, then had died in an accident. Fonteneau had somehow discovered Holcomb’s misfortune and had exploited it. Because no one knew how he’d done that, the possibility that others might be present under an assumed identity could not be discounted.

Fishing was soon forgotten as hours became days of sifting evidence, formulating conjectures, finding facts to support or destroy a theory. Witnesses were interviewed again, follow-up questions narrowed the gaps in the known information. The solution to the murder lay tantalizingly close, they could feel it, but proved as elusive as Apogea’s trout.

The presence of blackout chips was beyond dispute. Covenant’s analysis showed they were not so sophisticated that they couldn’t be manufactured right there on Apogea, fabricated from parts taken out of existing machines. Apogea safety services were having no luck tracking the distribution of the things, nor in locating the parties where the hidden met; but they felt confident they’d get a break on that angle soon. As rumors spread of the devices, all manner of folks wandered around, snooping, looking to play detective and beat the safety services at their own game, or to join the rebels who gathered to enjoy themselves.

After a week of sifting through interviews conducted in the neighborhood of Park’s curio shop, the mountains of evidence that had been gathered, and applying her knowledge of criminal activity, Arina had come up with a simple theory of the case. Park’s shop had not been very popular—virtually no one in the area had been in it or had seen Park. His background indicated he was a small-time merchant and she suspected that, under another name, he’d been a fence. He applied for and got passage to Apogea, either at Fonteneau’s request or in seeking to hide from authorities and enemies.

Once on Apogea, he and Fonteneau met each other. Fonteneau had come for the cherengata. He arranged with Park to smuggle the loot off the world, since Park had no connection with the Abramses. Once the theft had been discovered, Fonteneau would have known that he’d be questioned, since the only sure way the thief would have known the cherengata was in the City would have been if he’d seen it on Veronika.

They pinpointed the robbery as having taken place three weeks before the murder, right after the last visit the Abramses had paid to Cuisine Rigel. Veronika remembered having worn the cherengata that night. She also recalled a discussion with their guests about all just going back to the apartment, changing into traveling clothes, and heading down to the hunting lodge. They had talked about not needing to drag anything along, since the lodge was informal and relaxed. Veronika had blushed over the fact that she treated servants as if they were invisible, providing Fonteneau with all the information he needed to accomplish his goal.

Arina assumed that after the theft, Fonteneau had given the cherengata to Park, then later changed his mind about having Park smuggle it away. They had a falling out, Park killed Fonteneau, then fled from Apogea. She did allow that it was possible that Park remained on the world, hiding himself with blackout chips, but if that were the case eventually he would be caught.

Deana Thompson’s decision to prematurely terminate her contract and leave Apogea caused them to take another look at her. A discreet search of her apartment turned up nothing. She was allowed to leave and the general sentiment about her situation induced Covenant to not only pay her the bonus for which she had contracted, but to increase it.

At the spaceport, Arina and Lavaryn ushered him past immigration control, noting with a laugh that their methods had been singularly unsuccessful in stopping Park. “If you see him, Dennis, please let someone know.”

Flynn nodded, standing in that limbo between Immigration and the departure lounge for the shuttle up to the orbital station. “Just as well he got away in one minor sense. Without a government, you’d be having a hard time trying him for murder. You’d exile him, which seems little punishment for his crime.”

“God exiled Adam and Eve from Eden to punish them.”

“But they weren’t murderers.”

“Cain was, and God made him wander the Earth forever.” Arina smiled. “And Cain was the father of us all.”

“True enough. That seed of evil might be in all of us, but perhaps your situation here doesn’t nurture it. The lack of want might not be the lack of temptation, but it does seem to do away with much of it.” Flynn drew Arina into a hug. “God be with you, my dear. Don’t be working too hard.”

Arina pulled back and smiled. “Thank you, Dennis. I am tired, but I needed this. I’ll be more than ready to hang up the harness when this business is done, but for the moment it’s good to remember who I was before…”

“I know, Rina. It’s good to have you back.” He shook hands with the Zsytzii. “Now, Captain Lavaryn, I expect you to be taking good care of her.” “We treasure our mentor.” The Zsytzii smiled as two of his juniors hugged Arina’s legs. “We have learned much, and will learn more, much more.”

“Very good, the both of you. All luck and peace.” Flynn plucked a small bag from one of the juniors. “Now, the lot of you, get back to work. I’ll expect to hear how it turned out.”

“You will, Dennis, you will.” Arina waved to him, then retreated with the Zsytzii brood out of the building.

Father Flynn shouldered his bag and entered the departure lounge. He set his bag down on a bench, sparing only a brief nod in the direction of an amorous couple over in the corner. Before he could seat himself, however, a woman approached him, slowly drawing down the hood of her cloak.