PJ’s voice was quavering but stern. “I can see that you’re not the man for this job, Max. I’ll be going now—”
I reached out to stop her. I couldn’t let her leave.
“No, wait, I’ll take the case. If only to put your mind at ease—”
“It’s not me I’m concerned about. I want you to find the people who killed my father!”
“If that’s where the trail leads, I promise I’ll run them down.”
A thought suddenly occurred to me. “How’s your mother figure in all this? Mrs. Hornbine. What’s she got to say about your father’s death?”
PJ softened. “Mom isn’t with us anymore. She died five years ago, on the way home from Venus Equilateral.” I whistled. “Your Mom was Jenny Milano?” PJ nodded.
Now I could see where PJ got her spunk.
Jenny Milano had managed to nurse the leaky reactor of her crippled space
