7
A LIGHT CAME ON inside the carriage and showed an awkwardly shaped but comfortable apartment. There was a little sitting room with a table and couch, two sets of bunk beds against the wall, a kitchenette and in the back, the door to what I presumed to be a small bathroom.
The blond man shut the back door behind us. Locks clicked. From the outside as well. I again checked with Thayu, but she seemed relaxed with this situation.
I still didn’t like it, but then again, I’d drifted in space in a tin can that was under control of other people, so I could do a tin can that was on the ground.
“That was Klaus Messner,” Thayu said.
“The Klaus Messner?”
“Is there more than one?”
“Well, no . . .” But it seemed overkill that such a top level spy for Asto would busy himself with this situation.
