9
Homecoming
Finding Marcel was easy: he was on the rehearsal stage. Getting him to talk wasn’t. I strode up to him with all the impetus of my suspicions. “Look, Marcel, I need to—”
“No, no, no!” he yelled, not at me but at the unfortunate Richter, who had wandered into his line of sight. “Not there! You expect lasers to go around corners, now? Check your marks next time!” He shot me an irritable glance. “What do you want?”
“I need to talk to you, Marcel, about—”
Something beeped. “I’m a little busy right now, Kit. We’re not going to be able to fix that blown holo projector before the show, so I’ve got to rearrange the ones we have to cover the gap—yes, what is it?” he said into a hand communicator.
I waited while he irritably explained to somebody on the other end that if two stageb
