He double-checked to make sure he had a copy of the Gyonnese message, then he deleted the message from the private server.
Then he stared at his damaged arm. Maybe he’d get some kind of sterile sling or something to put over the wrist. He needed a drink—and not the crappy stuff they had in the medical wing.
He needed a drink and maybe some companionship and some kind of entertainment.
He needed to explore the rest of the facility so that he wouldn’t have to think of the woman he’d given them, and wonder how she’d died.
With his good hand, he pulled the door open, and froze. People surrounded his booth. They all wore silver uniforms with gray logos and badge numbers along the sleeve.
Earth Alliance Police.
He willed himself to be calm. He’d run into them before, and survived. If he kept his wits, he’d survive this one.
The woman nearest him had ginger hair and skin so dark it made the hair glow. Her eyes were a silver that matched her uniform.
“Hadad Yu?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said, since there was no point in denying it.
“You’re under arrest.”
For any one of a thousand crimes. He wasn’t going to guess. “I don’t have to go with you unless you tell me what the charges are.”
“Kidnapping,” she said. “Transporting a human through the Alliance with the intention of selling her. Related theft and assault charges. And attempted murder.”
“Murder?” he blurted. They couldn’t have found Nafti’s body. It floated in the vastness of space between here and Io. There wasn’t even proof that Nafti had been on his ship; Yu had cleared all that off.
Nor was there obvious proof he’d held Rhonda Shindo either.
“I didn’t try to murder anyone,” he said.
“A young woman named Talia Shindo disagrees,” the officer said. “Now, would you like to stand or do we get to drag you out of there?”
He held out his damaged arm. “I’m here for medical treatment.”
“And you’ll get it, in the prison wing. We’ll leave as soon as they’ve grafted something on there.”
“I ordered a hand. I paid for it.”
“Fine,” she said. “You’re still under arrest.”
“What am I supposed to have kidnapped?” he asked.
“A woman named Rhonda Shindo on Callisto.”
The Gyonnese had turned him in anyway, the bastards. They were vicious when they were denied their revenge.
“If I tell you a few things, will you let me go?” he asked.
“Not with charges like this,” she said. “But you can see what an attorney will do for you. Do you have something to bargain with?”
“I always have something to bargain with,” he said as he stood and let them lead him away.
The attorney Yu hired was brilliant. Not only did he get Yu cleared of all charges, he got rid of the evidence too.
And did all of it using Yu’s one and only bargaining chip:
The Black Fleet.
The Fleet owed Yu a favor. He concocted one and requested a meet.
Then he set up his ship so that a shadow version of himself sat at the helm. He removed the ship’s computer and replaced it with another, so the authorities couldn’t track all of his movements.
And then he gave the authorities the ship, contaminants and all.
Yu wasn’t the one who was going to meet the Black Fleet.
The Earth Alliance Police were, armed with the device the Fleet had given Yu, confessing to stealing the flowering fidelia. He had a hunch the Alliance would find a lot more on them.
He was sure the Alliance had a lot more on them.
Not that it mattered to him.
All that mattered to him was learning how to use his new arm, buying a new ship, and figuring out his future.
His future was the hardest part.
He was tired of working hard and gaining nothing. He had put three years into the flowering fidelia, and all it had gotten him was the enmity of Athenia, a near loss of his life savings, and a willingness to break all his rules.
Not to mention the worst part: two deaths that he felt responsible for—Nafti’s and Shindo’s.
And then there was the daughter. The Sixth, as the Gyonnese would call her. The one who had pressed the charges against Yu.
Because Yu had spent three years tracking down the flowering fidelia, because he had lost it to the Fleet, because he had decided to take a job he didn’t believe in, Talia Shindo’s life was ruined.
She no longer had a mother. She didn’t really have an identity either.
Sometimes, at night when he couldn’t sleep from the pain of the procedures, he kept hearing her plaintive voice. That tiny “What?” after he had cruelly told her she was hatched.
He wondered if she thought of that. He wondered how she had dealt with it.
He wondered where she was now.
He would never know.
He didn’t dare know. He couldn’t track her down. That would violate his agreement with the Earth Alliance Police.