Part 46 (1/2)
McKie patted a chairdog into place, said, ”I'm tired of reading. What's it say?”
”s.h.i.+psong Phylum,” Bildoon said. ”Positive identification. Ahhh, friend -- I'm tired, too.”
”So?” McKie said. He was tempted to signal for a ma.s.sage from the chairdog. Watching Bildoon made it very attractive. But McKie knew this might put him to sleep. The enforcers moving restlessly around the room must be just as tired as he was. They'd be sure to resent it if he popped off for a nap.
”We got warrants and picked up the s.h.i.+psong Phylum's leader,” Bildoon said. ”It claims every phylum a.s.sociate is accounted for.”
”True?”
”We're trying to check it, but how can you be sure? They keep no written records. It's just a Palenki's word, whatever that's worth.”
”Sworn by its arm, too, no doubt,” McKie said.
”Of course.” Bildoon stopped the chairdog ma.s.sage, sat up. ”It's true that phylum identification patterns can be used illegitimately.”
”It takes a Palenki three or four weeks to regrow an arm,” McKie said.
”What's that signify?”
”She must have several dozen Palenkis in reserve.”
”She could have a million of 'em for all we know.”
”Did this phylum leader resent its pattern being used by an unauthorized Palenki?”
”Not that we could see.”
”It was lying,” McKie said.
”How do you know?”
”According to the Gowachin juris-dictum, phylum forgery is one of the eight Palenki capital offenses. And the Gowachin should know, because they were a.s.signed to educate the Palenkis in acceptable law when R&R brought those one-armed turtles into the Consent fold.”
”Huh!” Bildoon said. ”How come Legal didn't know that? I've had them researching this from the beginning.”
”Privileged legal datum,” McKie said. ”Interspecies courtesy and all that. You know how the Gowachin are about individual dignity, privacy, that sort of thing.”
”You'll be read out of their court when they find out you spilled this,” Bildoon said.
”No. They'll just appoint me prosecutor for the next ten or so capital cases in their jurisdiction. If the prosecutor accepts a case and fails to get a conviction, he's the one they execute, you know.”
”And if you decline the cases?”
”Depends on the case. I could draw anything from a one-to-twenty sentence for some of them.
”One-to -- you mean standard years?”
”I don't mean minutes,” McKie growled.
”Then why'd you tell me?”