But of what?'
Obi-Wan surveyed the room. It was small and neat. Everything was put away. A closed travel pack sat on a table. Two chronos sat by the sleep couch. Obi-Wan picked them up.
'They are set to wake him up,' he said. 'He used two so that he would not oversleep.' He placed them back where he'd found them. 'Interesting. A chrono expert who does not trust chronos.'
'Master, look at this.' Anakin bent over a holofile. 'He didn't code any of his files.'
'He was worried enough to get a new identity, but he didn't have time to code his files,' Obi-Wan mused. 'That meant he was once confident that he wouldn't get caught.'
'He's noted the events that he's set up the timing system for. The bowcaster skill contest and holographic obstacle course are the only ones left. But Master…' Anakin looked up. 'The Podrace is here, too.'
Obi-Wan came over and studied the file. 'So. Whoever is behind fixing the games could be fixing the Podrace, too.'
Anakin tapped the datapad. 'This means that Doby and Deland don't stand a chance. The winner has already been chosen.'
'Possibly. We don't know anything for sure yet.'
'What I don't understand is how a Podrace can be fixed,' Anakin continued. 'It's not like an obstacle swoop race, where individual segments are timed. Whoever crosses the finish line first wins. You can't guarantee that someone won't crack up or crash. I wouldn't take the bet, even if someone told me the race was fixed.'
Obi-Wan nodded. 'I see what you mean. But it can't be a coincidence that the corrupt timing judge has agreed to time the race.' He stared at the neat belongings of Aarno Dering while he considered their next step. He knew it was inevitable, but he didn't like it. He would have to send Anakin back to the Podracers.
'This could be a larger-scale operation than I thought,' he said aloud. 'No doubt Fligh didn't tell us everything. And no doubt there are parts to this that even Fligh doesn't know. I will contact Siri and Ry-Gaul to see if they have discovered anything. Anakin, you must go back to the Podracers.' Obi-Wan did not like the way Anakin's face brightened at this.
'You have made friends with Doby and Deland. See if they know how the race could be fixed and if there is heavy betting going on.'
'And what will you do, Master?'
'I'm going to work from the opposite end. If we want to find out who is fixing the events, we have to find out who benefits. That means that someone, or a group of beings, are placing bets on the outcome.'
'But how can you discover who that is?'
'I have to reacquaint myself with Uso Yso.'
Chapter Twelve
Anakin piloted Doby and Deland's speeder back to the Podrace hangar, leaving Obi-Wan as he checked in with Siri and Ry-Gaul to see if other complications had sprung up. Anakin was glad that the investigation had allowed him to return. He already felt that Doby and Deland were friends.
He'd made a promise to them, and he intended to keep it. The best part was that he could do this and still follow Obi-Wan's instructions. Working on their Podracer would be the perfect cover for him to keep his eyes and ears open.
But if he were honest with himself, Anakin had to admit that it wasn't just his promise and the mission that drove him back to the Podracer. It was how good it felt to be here. Here he did not have to worry if he was good enough. He did not need to question himself.
All he had to do was make something go very, very fast.
He saw Doby and Deland working on the engine as he parked the speeder and hurried over. Deland raised a grease-stained face. 'Am I glad to see you! We have a rotor problem we can't seem to fix.'
'Let me have a look.' Anakin leaned over the engine. 'This could be a connector problem. Let me take a look at the valves. Hand me that hydrospanner, will you?'
Anakin took the hydrospanner from Doby and bent over the engine. 'Have you run the track in a speeder yet?' he asked. 'An advance look is always a good idea.' The more information he got about the race, the easier it would be to figure out how it was fixed.
'Can't,' Doby said. 'The Podracers won't know the track until they're racing.'
Anakin looked up. 'What do you mean?'
'The onboard nav computer will flash us the next area of the track every three minutes,' Deland explained. 'We have to race and navigate at the same time. It's a new innovation that Sebulba dreamed up.'
'He knows Hekula can do it, with his reflexes,' Doby said. 'Plus they have such a maneuverable Podracer. The rest of us have had to reconfigure a bit, but it sure does make the race more exciting.'
Anakin tinkered with the valves. Could this be the key to how the race was fixed? What if Sebulba's Pod- racer got the track information before anyone else? That would definitely give Hekula an edge.
'Who sends the route to the onboard computers?' he asked.
'The official timekeeper set up the program,' Doby said. 'Don't know his name.'
But I do. It's Aarno Dering. And Aarno Dering is dead. Someone else will have to run the program. But who?
'Who's the favorite?' Anakin asked. 'How are the odds running?'
