Part 23 (1/2)
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Five minutes later, Kris was moving in a random pattern away from the university but not toward the emba.s.sy. Crammed into what had once seemed a huge rig were most of her usual crew, plus the two kids, Chief Beni, and several Marine techs.
Two Marine transports full of armed Marines followed them.
”Abby, give the kid, Bronc, right, a safe chit.”
A moment later, the kid had found a site on the net that offered the goods they wanted.
”That's strange,” Nelly said. ”I just ran those keywords using the best search engines Eden offers and I got no hits.”
”You wouldn't,” the girl answered. ”On Eden if you have to search for it, you won't find it. That's what I hear from Bronc all the time.”
The kid just said, ”How good a system do you want to buy?”
”How good?” Kris asked.
”Micky, Trang, they just buy the basic, and you get only so much for that. They know that some folks pay to stay out of the basic list. You pay more, you get a bigger list, and you get more privacy about what you bought.”
”They sell the list of who's bought the list?” Jack asked.
The kid gave Jack a funny look. ”Well, of course.”
”When in Rome, wash your dirty linens at a Roman bath,” Kris said. ”Okay, what's the basic list cost? How many higher levels are there, and what do they cost?”
”There's five,” Bronc said. He named a price for the first level that made even Kris cringe. The price doubled for the second level, then redoubled. The last level was high even for a major shareholder of Nuu Enterprises.
”If you buy that level,” Abby said, ”I suspect the folks who buy the sixth level will know about it in five minutes or less.”
”Right, you're from here,” Kris said. ”Bronc, hit them for the fourth level.”
The boy did, though it was clear that he had trouble typing in that many zeros after the five. The girl beside him whistled.
”Even momma don't spend money like that.”
”Momma don't have as much trouble staying alive as this woman,” Abby said.
The girl's eyes were wide as she watched Kris.
”I have an address to match the phone number,” Bronc said, a moment later. ”At least it was active yesterday.”
”Somebody's running,” Captain DeVar muttered. ”Let's see if they run into us on the way out.” He pa.s.sed along the address to his drivers.
The rig accelerated fast enough to force Kris back into her seat.
Five minutes later, it was easy spotting the building they were interested in. It had a moving van out front.
Captain DeVar issued crisp orders. ”Block in the van. I want to talk to its crew.”
That turned out to be easy. A burley fellow was screaming the moment they screeched to a halt in front of his van.
”Hey, what do you think you're doing?”
With hardly a groan for her pain, Kris was first out of the rig. ”Just need to ask you some questions,” she said.
”You and what army, pretty lady” was answered quickly as the Marines formed a circle around him.
The guy suddenly looked very chastened. ”What do you want to know?” His tone was much more cooperative.
”Who are you moving?” Kris asked.
”Not moving anyone. Just taking back the rented furniture somebody just canceled his lease on. Guy in Suite 401.”
Which just happened to be where Kris was headed next.
”Van's empty,” a Marine reported.
”Let's see what 401 has to offer,” Kris said.
Without an order, a Marine took the driver aside. The civilian didn't seem too happy, but a ”What do you think of the Dodgers this year?” got him talking and they left him happy.
In the tiled foyer, there was a creaky elevator and stairs. While sergeants led Marines up the stairs, Kris waited with Jack and the rest.
”So you're learning caution,” her security nanny said.
”I am not climbing those stairs. Not the way I feel.”
”Thank you,” was all Jack said.
”We're holding just below deck four,” came from Captain DeVar's commlink.
An elderly couple hobbled out of the elevator, eyed Kris and company, and quickly shuffled away. Inside, the elevator had room for just six. Chief Beni did his usual safety check, then happily held his techs for the next trip. Abby stayed with the kids though this was one time Kris would gladly have had the maid at her elbow.
Kris punched the elevator for the fourth floor. Noisily, it obeyed. The ride was interrupted at two. The young office worker took one look at them and backed away. ”I'll wait.”
On four, they stepped out into a hallway, the Marines from the stairs at their elbows. Captain DeVar silently signaled his team and they advanced before them to Suite 401.
Guns out, they slammed open the door and rushed the room.
To find themselves facing three very startled men in s.h.i.+rts identifying them as workers for George's Careful Movers. Facing guns, their hands just naturally reached for the ceiling.
”What the...” came from the one that seemed to lead.
”I am Princess Kristine of Wardhaven,” Kris said, to cut him off. ”The former occupants of this office may have been involved in murder and kidnapping. Please stand aside while our Marines search for evidence.”
”If this fellow wasn't on the up-and-up, where are the cops?” the boss demanded.