I'm still thinking about you.'
Meadows ran one hand through his hair. 'There's been a whole lot of running around in the Pentagon. Admirals and generals bouncing off the walls right and left. All those stars in motion at once reminds me of maneuvering the Merry Mike. Anyway, I get the real feeling they're trying to put a lid on all this. It's no secret that we're not really ready for a war in space with the SASALs, and I don't think they're really ready for a war with us. Nobody wants to start shooting at each other down here on Earth, either. We're seeing a lot of stuff about cooling things down, confidence-building measures and junk like that. There's going to be a lot of pressure on the investigators to figure out what happened to the Maury as fast as possible, and I gather all the military and political brass are keeping their fingers crossed that whatever it was didn't involve the South Asians.'
Carl rambled on some more, with Paul enjoying listening to his friend again, then closed his letter with a list of people to say hi to on the Michaelson.
Colleen Kilgary stuck her head in his stateroom. 'Did you hear?'
'Hear what?'
'Preliminary investigation results released.'
Carl had been right. Given the damage to the Maury, that was a very quick announcement. 'What did they say?'
'Bomb definitely ruled out. No residue of any kind that'd be consistent with that.'
'That should calm the war talk a little.'
'Also, external sabotage ruled out. The Maury 's safety interfaces would've kept any software or hardware problems from producing that kind of catastrophic failure of so many components in engineering.'
'Wow.' Paul stared at his now-blank display. 'Are they saying what they think did happen?'
'Not yet. But I thought you'd like to tell Jen, just in case she hasn't heard.'
'Thanks.'
Colleen left and Randy Diego entered, dropping into the seat at his own desk. Paul waved in greeting. 'Hey, Randy, did you hear what Colleen said? No bomb.'
'Really? That's good.'
Paul gave Randy a curious glance. 'What's up? You seem distracted.'
'No. No. Just, you know, busy.'
'Sure.' Paul bent back to his own work.
'Uh, okay if I ask you something, Paul?'
Paul glanced at Randy again, alerted by his hesitant tone. 'What about?'
'Well, I mean, you and Jen, you're both on active duty and you're dating and all.' Randy paused, looking into one corner of the stateroom while Paul waited. 'I was just wondering how that's working out.'
'It's working out fine, Randy. You know we don't see each other nearly as often as we'd like. My ship's out, or her ship's out, or we've got duty or have to work all night or something. You know how it goes. And of course there's the hazards of the job. I guess if my girlfriend worked as a stockbroker on Earth I wouldn't have to worry about that kind of thing. But since Jen was on the Maury I had some real heart-stopping moments.' He found it easier to talk about, now. Now that the immediate fears of those awful hours had finally begun receding into memory like the remnants of a bad dream.
'Uh, yeah. But, what about… uh… I mean… you guys must've gotten interested in each other while you were both onboard the same ship, right? While you and Jen were both on the Michaelson?'
Paul frowned, not sure now where Randy was trying to go. 'Not really. We were friends. We didn't do anything beyond that until Jen transferred to the Maury.' That wasn't strictly true, since they'd actually gotten very personal a few nights before Jen's transfer, but Paul knew the relationship had remained hidden until Jen had left the Michaelson. Hidden from everyone except the Michaelson 's old XO, that is. But Commander Herdez had trusted their professionalism. Randy, on the other hand, isn't a bad guy, but he's not the sharpest tool in the shed, either. No way Herdez would've cut him that slack.
Randy nodded rapidly. 'Yeah. Sure. But you got to know each other real well before that, right?'
Alarm bells finally sounded in Paul's mind. Great. Randy's got the hots for one of the other officers. 'Not that well. In no way, shape or form. It's a bad idea, Randy. It's also against regulations. Keep it professional until she leaves the ship, Randy.'
'I didn't say-'
'You don't have to. Look, maybe she feels the same interest you do. If she does, you can try dating after she leaves the ship. If she's not interested after she leaves the ship, then she's not interested now. Right?' Randy avoided Paul's eyes. 'There's no way to hide a real romance inside the wardroom, Randy. Anybody'd be able to see you two making goopy eyes at each other.' Jen's phrase, though Paul'd never been sure exactly what 'goopy eyes' were.
'But-' Randy interrupted himself this time, still avoiding Paul's gaze.
Paul felt another suspicion arise. 'How recent is this?'
'Who said it was recent? Who said anything's recent or anything's going on?'
'Has Isakov been flirting with you?'
Randy jerked his head around, then tried to pretend nonchalance. 'A lieutenant? I wish.'
'Randy, she's been teasing at me off and on. When she's not acting like I'm someone she's never seen before and doesn't want to talk to. I think it's some kind of weird power game she plays. Stay away from her.'
'You know, just maybe there's some good looking female officers out there who don't think you're the only game in town.'
'This isn't about my ego, Randy. I don't want anything to do with Isakov outside of work. She's trouble.'
'I wasn't born yesterday. I can take care of myself.'
Famous last words. 'Be careful. Think really hard and don't do anything the crew might find out about.' His sailors didn't exactly love Randy from all Paul had heard, which wasn't necessarily a problem except they didn't respect him as much as they should, either. Randy had too great a tendency to insist he was right when he wasn't. If he handed the crew a way to get back at him… 'Just think.'
'Sure. Right. Fine. Sorry I brought it up.' Randy Diego turned away, hunching forward toward his display, his back clearly communicating an end to the conversation. A few minutes later he stood and left the stateroom without a see-you-later.
Paul shook his head. Maybe one of the other female officers can talk some sense into Randy. Why couldn't he get interested in Gabriel if he wants to mess around on the ship? Not that Gabriel's acted interested in him. She's got a load more commonsense than Randy does.
He tried to concentrate on his work again.
'Mr. Sinclair?'
Paul threw up his hands. 'I give up. What's up, Sheriff?'
Sharpe looked puzzled. 'Something wrong, sir?'
'Just the usual one-damned-thing-after-another. So, what's up?'
'Drug bust.'
'Fastow, again?'
Sharpe shook his head. 'Nope. She's either scared straight or lucky. This is some bright boys in Mr. Diego's division.'
'Dealers or users?'
'Maybe both. I'm going to contact the local special agents to see if they can help run down where our boys are getting their stuff. Commander Kwan told me to 'keep you informed' since you're the legal officer.' Sharpe rendered a rigidly correct salute. 'I hereby inform you, sir.'
Paul casually returned the salute. 'Thanks.'
'My pleasure, sir. Anything to make your days brighter and more interesting.'
'I've had a bit too much of that, lately. How are you at making them darker and duller?'
'Hi.' Jen knocked on the hatch to Paul's stateroom. 'Hello, Sheriff.'
Sharpe inclined his head and touched his brow. 'Nice to see you, ma'am.'
'Likewise. What're you two plotting?'
'Mr. Sinclair was just complaining he hasn't had enough legal stuff to keep him busy lately.'
Paul snorted derisively. 'That tells you what a judge of character Sheriff Sharpe is. See you later,
