I knew you'd come after Weiss's stupidity. You or someone like you."
A vague unease tugged at the edges of my awareness. She was volunteering information too easily, too calmly. I forced it down. "Weiss messed up?"
"He couldn't get all of Miranda in the freezer. The dolt dumped her body in the transport tunnel instead of getting rid of it properly."
"And the hub last night, that's where you went from my apt."
She tipped an imaginary hat in reply, as if accepting a compliment. She was a professional. She took pride in her work.
"There was some evidence. It's not important now."
"And Klein?"
"Just a go-between. He got in the way."
I had one more question. "Why Miranda?"
"We needed a universal donor, and I've always wanted blue eyes." She smiled, briefly.
"Now what?"
Her voice was as hard and cold as steel. "How much do you want?"
My heart sank and I shook my head. "I can't let you go."
Suddenly there was a gun in her hand, a jetpistol. Designed for zero-G combat, it had virtually no recoil. It fired miniature rockets designed to mushroom on impact. They would turn a living body into hamburger. It was almost totally silent, small enough to conceal easily and had no power source or metal to trigger security alarms. She had chosen her weapon well.
"I don't think you have a choice." She smiled. She was right. The choice was hers and she'd already made it. Even so, I had to ask. "What about us?"
She laughed, a short, s
A vague unease tugged at the edges of my awareness. She was volunteering information too easily, too calmly. I forced it down. "Weiss messed up?"
"He couldn't get all of Miranda in the freezer. The dolt dumped her body in the transport tunnel instead of getting rid of it properly."
"And the hub last night, that's where you went from my apt."
She tipped an imaginary hat in reply, as if accepting a compliment. She was a professional. She took pride in her work.
"There was some evidence. It's not important now."
"And Klein?"
"Just a go-between. He got in the way."
I had one more question. "Why Miranda?"
"We needed a universal donor, and I've always wanted blue eyes." She smiled, briefly.
"Now what?"
Her voice was as hard and cold as steel. "How much do you want?"
My heart sank and I shook my head. "I can't let you go."
Suddenly there was a gun in her hand, a jetpistol. Designed for zero-G combat, it had virtually no recoil. It fired miniature rockets designed to mushroom on impact. They would turn a living body into hamburger. It was almost totally silent, small enough to conceal easily and had no power source or metal to trigger security alarms. She had chosen her weapon well.
"I don't think you have a choice." She smiled. She was right. The choice was hers and she'd already made it. Even so, I had to ask. "What about us?"
She laughed, a short, s