Chapter Thirteen
A light wind began to blow the fog in slithering tatters through the streets, enabling Kriss to keep Vorlick in sight while staying a safe distance behind him. But a moment after the offworlder crossed the ring road, a heavy transport rumbled past, preventing Kriss from following. When he could see the spaceport again, Vorlick had vanished.
Kriss dashed across the road, silently swearing at the late-working driver. A long string of lights on tall lampposts marched all around the spaceport fence, but three in a row had failed not far away. He stopped in the stretch of darkness beneath them.
The nearest gate was perhaps three hundred metres to his right, though the curve of the fence put it out of his sight behind a low building. If Vorlick were simply returning to his sh
