Chapter 13
“What do you mean a bunch of aliens are sick?” Calls at five in the morning from Inspector Hayden took a moment to process.
“The medics are with the Tristorians now, but it looks like they ate something disagreeable at the banquet last night.”
“Unfortunate, since last evening seemed to have gone so well,” I said, recalling the lack of conflict between or amongst the races. In fact, a mood of anticipation had infused Revolutions. Everyone had looked forward to the second half of Round One this morning.
“I need to go to the hospital and question the Tristorians. Which one are they in?” My mind started to defuzz.
“No hospital. They refused to go. The medical staff is administering to the Tristorians in their rooms.”
A local Burnaby luxury hotel housed everyone except the Itla
