Obi-Wan waited until the bettor had left the shop, then approached.
'I'm here for a swoop,' he said, looking up at the tall being. He waved a hand. 'I would like to see your datapad.'
Uso Yso snorted. 'You don't need to see my data-pad to buy a swoop.
Which do you want?'
Obi-Wan waved his hand again. Uso Yso was unusually resistant to Jedi mind suggestion. 'I'd like to see your datapad first.'
'If you don't want to buy a swoop, you can leave,' Uso Yso said, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.
Obi-Wan suppressed his slight disappointment. No matter how adept a Jedi was or how strong the connection to the Force, sometimes mind suggestion just didn't work.
Obi-Wan followed the lead of the bettor, naming a figure, then saying, 'I plan to take the swoop to the Podrace and hope that Deland Tyerell will be the winner.'
Uso Yso shook his head. 'There's been a last-minute change. A new driver. Do you still want the swoop?'
'Who is the driver?' Obi-Wan asked curiously.
Yso consulted his datapad. 'Anakin Skywalker.'
Obi-Wan felt the shock shimmer inside him, but he did not register surprise on his face.
'Well?' Yso demanded impatiently.
Before Obi-Wan could answer, a small, slight being with four eyes, two of them set on the sides of his head, slipped inside the shop. 'Security patrol outside.'
Uso Yso pushed a lever and a wall slid back, revealing more swoops in various stages of repair. 'Besum!' He tossed a tool kit to his assistant.
'Start working.'
'I don't know how to fix a swoop!'
'I don't care,' Yso snarled. 'Just do it.' He turned to Obi-Wan.
'Security makes patrols every once in a while. Nothing to worry about.'
Now that Yso was in danger of losing Obi-Wan's business, he was suddenly friendly. He had also left his datapad angled toward Obi-Wan, and the notations were easy to read. In the time it took for Yso to check on Besum's activities, Obi-Wan had scanned the file and memorized it.
To his surprise, the letters and numbers looked familiar. It took him only a moment to realize that they were similar to the notes recording the skybox seating on Bog's datapad.
Which meant that Bog wasn't recording seats for Senators. He was recording bets.
Chapter Fourteen
Obi-Wan left the shop and found a quiet alley to peruse Bog's files.
He read the names of the Senators who had the same notations as Yso's datapad. Some of the names he didn't recognize, but many he did. They were among the most illustrious and revered members.
He had no illusions about corruption in the Senate. But he was shocked to find that so many Senators would be involved in an illegal scheme such as this one. Among the names was Bail Organa, the Senator from Alderaan Obi-Wan had always respected for his integrity. Why would someone like Organa risk his career in order to make a few credits on a bet?
The bets had to be substantial, he supposed. Or else the Senators have no fear that they'll be caught.
He had to deal with Anakin, but he had to pursue this first. Obi-Wan found Bog in a VIP box watching a match of krovation. When Astri saw him, her smile was wide and welcoming.
'Obi-Wan! How good of you to come by. The match is almost finished.'
Obi-Wan looked at the two teams vying with poles on the field. 'As much as I like krovatin, I have to decline. I'm here on business. I need to speak with Bog.'
Astri's smile dimmed at the look on his face. She frowned and stepped aside. 'Please join us.'
Obi-Wan walked into the box. Bog fastened the jeweled clasp to his dark red septsilk robe as the Jedi approached.
'How can I help you, Obi-Wan?'
Obi-Wan hesitated, his hand on the datapad in his inner pocket. 'If you prefer to speak alone…' Bog smiled. 'I hide nothing from Astri.'
His smile showed not a trace of worry, but Astri walked to his side.
Her eyes were grave now. Astri was perceptive, and she knew Obi-Wan well.
'What is it, Obi-Wan?'
Obi-Wan withdrew the datapad. 'I have something of yours.'
Bog hurried forward. 'You found it? Where? Thank you!'
