'No. We think the street he claims he went to was Minster Avenue. They're all private homes for the reasonably wealthy. There's no brothel.'
'In other words it's all bullshit.'
'Sir, he raped Francine Hazeldine. The best help I can be to him is by making a leniency plea.'
'Ah. That was the other thing that the general told me.'
'What?'
'We don't leave anyone behind, no matter what the circumstances.'
Lieutenant Bralow gave his commander an agitated look, then nodded. 'Yes, sir.'
The car made it through the station's perimeter and swooped down into the underground garage. Detective Galliani was waiting for them. He said hello politely enough and told them that Margret Reece was waiting upstairs for them.
Ebrey Zhang kept his face composed even though he was seething. He was governor of Memu Bay; he was the one who summoned officials to him.
Not a chance, he told himself bitterly.
The only time Myles Hazeldine had slept at all in the last forty-eight hours was when the family doctor gave him enough sedatives to knock him out. Even those few hours had been twisted with nightmares and helpless fury. The same as his waking hours.
He knew he must keep calm for his beloved Francine's sake. But it was so terribly terribly hard. To make matters worse, she was the one who kept apologizing to him, saying she was sorry she'd stayed out late at the club with her friends. Sorry she hadn't called him, or a taxi when she left.
It was almost as though she was the one comforting him. Which was wrong. Another example of how bad a father he was.
And so the hours dragged by. Pathetic helplessness alternating with utter primitive fury. He never wanted to let Francine out of his sight ever again, wanted to keep her next to him where she could be protected. He also wanted to rip that piece-of-shit alien bastard's heart out of his rib cage and hold it up to the sun, crying out in victory as scarlet blood showered down.
Don and Jennifer had taken over the day-to-day running of the mayor's office. Actually, they'd insisted. The same as dear old Margret Reece had insisted he was never to be allowed near the suspect again. He'd managed to pull rank that first time, playing on sympathy to get into the interview. Damn, but that had been a moment of sweetness, actually getting his hands round the laughing, sneering kid's neck. However briefly.
But no way could they keep him out of this meeting. The first time Memu Bay would be able to stand up to the invader scum and insist on things being played by the book. They wouldn't like that, their own bogus legitimacy being used against them.
He was waiting in the marina station commissioner's office, not far from the one where they'd had the interview, as it happened. The commissioner was there, along with his boss, Margret Reece, and the police magistrate handling the case. Everybody seemed reluctant to look at him, much less talk. That didn't bother Myles. He had nothing to say. And their earnest sympathy only served to remind him what darling Francine had undergone. If he thought about that he would probably break down again.
The door opened and Galliani showed Ebrey Zhang into the room, along with the Z-B legal officer, Bralow.
Zhang nodded politely. 'Mr. Mayor.' He put his hand out.
Myles just wanted to smash his fist into the bastard's nose. Margret Reece had warned him, but he hadn't forgotten who'd put that necklace around Francine's neck. The chief of police was watching closely, as was the precinct commissioner.
Zhang stepped back, slightly subdued.
'Thank you for coming, Governor Zhang,' Margret Reece said. 'I asked you here in your role as Halford Grabowski's senior officer.'
'I understand.'
'My officers have amassed enough evidence to formally charge him with the rape of a minor. The magistrate here has assigned a preliminary trial date. As his commanding officer, I'm asking you to sign him over into full civilian custody for the duration of the trial. I believe that is the requirement that Zantiu-Braun strategic security forces operate under.'
'That is correct,' Zhang said.
'Good.' Margret Reece signaled the magistrate, who walked forward and offered a desktop pearl to the governor. Its pane scrolled a long legal script.
'Thank you,' Zhang said. He glanced at the script. 'This trial date is in three weeks' time.'
'Yes,' the magistrate said.
'What is the possible maximum penalty if Grabowski is found guilty?'
'I'm sure you already know,' Margret Reece said. 'But it happens to be lifetime imprisonment.'
'Of course. There is an alternative.'
'No, there isn't!' Myles snapped. 'I knew it, I fucking knew they'd try and slime their way out of this.'
'Myles, please,' Margret said. 'What alternative?'
'We court-martial him ourselves,' Zhang said. 'It will be quick, and the proceedings will be fair.'
'Are you suggesting ours aren't?'
'Not at all. But neither you nor I want his lawyer to appeal on the grounds that he was given a biased jury. Which given the current state of affairs in this town will be a valid point.'
'In other words, you want him judged by your officers?'
'Yes.'
'No fucking way!' Myles shouted. 'You authorize that custody order. Do it.'
'Your police lawyer will be able to join our prosecution team,' Zhang said. 'That way, you can be assured the case will be made correctly.'
'I don't understand,' Margret Reece said. 'Why a different court? It will look like you're trying to load the judgment in his favor. Or...' She paused thoughtfully. 'Are
