“Recognize him?” Dr. Withers asked.
“Can't say I do,” Aaron said.
Pulling away from the officers who tried to block her way, Chione bent down for a look. “I know him. That's Usi.”
Dr. Withers straightened. “How do you know him?”
“He worked with us for a while in Inventory.”
“Let me see,” Clifford said. They lifted the man's shoulder again. “I believe you're right, Chione. Damn it anyway, he was good help.”
“Which one's Dakarai's cousin?” Dr. Withers asked of the Bolis.
Two of the officers conversed in Arabic and then one pointed to the man on the floor.
“Then where's Dakarai?” Aaron asked.
The officer shrugged and looked doubtful.
“We can do nothing more here,” Dr. Withers said. He turned to the officers. “We make ourselves available to you at any time.”
They crowded into the je
