WHEN THE PHONE ON HIS desk rang, Georges Alhamid scooped it up and identified himself.
“This is Larry, George,” said the governor’s voice. “How are things so far?”
“So far, so good,” Alhamid said. “For the past week, Mr. Peter Danley has been working his head off, under the tutelage of two of the toughest, smartest anchor men in the business. But you should have seen the looks on their faces when I told them they were going to have an Earthman for a pupil.”
The governor laughed. “I’ll bet! How’s he coming along?”
“He’s learning. How are you doing with your pet?”
“I think I’m softening him, George. I found out what it was that got his goat three years ago.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure. On Ceres, where he went three years ago, he was treated as if he weren’t as good as a Belt man.”
Alhamid frowned
