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I sat in silence for most of the Pipe ride back to Yang Eighteen. Janet wanted to change before going to Sherry’s and seemed content to let me brood, flicking through the case file with keen-eyed concentration. I didn’t like the realisation about DeMarco, it answered a lot of questions but raised a thousand more. He jumped. Then what? Trundle happily off to get sliced and diced and stuffed in a barrel. The most bizarre suicide in history. More wrongness hurting my bourbon-starved head.
“Work logs say Karnikhov was alone for his entire shift,” Janet said. “No record of his re-entry to the alloted airlock, or any other airlock on the Slab.”
“The cam footage on DeMarco’s Pipe carriage was wiped without any trace of an unauthorised incursion to the system,” I said. “I guess whoever’s doin
