Damn, Sirkonen was dead. He could never answer any of my questions.
“The president will see you shortly, sir,” a woman said. Danziger had kept his own secretary, a woman of about forty.
Soft footsteps behind me indicated that the others had come in: Thayu, Ezhya, Telaris, Ezhya’s guards and the Nations of Earth guard. Evi stood in the doorway.
Great. Now what?
I cast a glance at Ezhya’s female guard, who returned a tiny nod.
Evi slipped back outside and shut the door. Click. The lock turned.
The secretary’s eyes widened. Her hand hovered over the comm unit. “I’ll call security.”
“Not necessary,” said Telaris, who dragged the security guard with him, one hand over the man’s mouth, his belt—and comm unit—in the hand the guard couldn’t reach. “Security is already here.”
He plonked the
