just so he could get some information. He'd been putting Harvin Grist before the needs of his crew for too long now.
'Sorry, Roke,' he said. 'Your mate's got it coming.'
'Bloody right,' muttered Malvery, with an approving nod.
The Samarlan didn't even resist as Silo pulled him along. No doubt he was still too shocked at being struck. He probably never even entertained the thought that Silo would throw him off the roof, until he was airborne.
They listened to his shrill scream all the way down. It was cut short with a faint thump. Silo walked back towards Frey, and stood before him.
'Feel better?' Frey inquired.
'Sorry71 did that, Cap'n,' he said, but his head was held high and he looked prouder than Frey had ever seen him.
'No, it's me who should be sorry,' said Frey. 'You're a free man on my crew. You shouldn't have had to suffer that.'
He held out his hand. Silo took it and shook.
Roke was gaping in disbelief. 'You killed . . . you just . . . !' He took a step back from Silo, as if from a madman. 'The deal's off! You hear?'
He got another step before he heard the click of a pistol hammer being cocked, and felt the muzzle of a gun in the back of his head. Trinica was on the other end of it.
'You gave it a good try,' said Trinica to Frey. 'But that's enough of being nice. Let's do this quick and easy.' And she shot Roke in the back of the knee.
Roke dropped to the ground, trying to scream but unable to make a noise. Blood steamed on the snow-covered roof. Trinica walked round to stand over him. Frey and the others had instinctively stepped back. Suddenly, all his romantic thoughts of his old sweetheart had disappeared. This was the Trinica who'd robbed and killed and plundered her way across Vardia. Even without her make-up and attire, he could see it in her manner. Utterly cold. Utterly ruthless. No one was getting in her way.
'Now,' she said to Roke. 'Grist. Where?'
Roke just gasped at her. She shot him in the hand, pulverising it into a bloody mash of tendon and shattered bone. He found his voice then.
'He's in Sakkan! Two hundred kloms north-west of Marduk! Warehouse complex on the east edge of the city! That's where we always hid out. He moves his drugs through it. Heavily guarded! He's got his own hangar there and everything! Big enough for the Storm Dog!'
Trinica shrugged at Frey. 'That's where he is,' she said, and she shifted her aim to Roke's forehead.
'Trinica!' said Frey sharply. She looked over at him. He shook his head slowly.
'Whyever not?' she asked. 'This way he can't talk to anyone else.'
The stark logic in her voice chilled him more than the freezing air. Over the past month he'd almost begun to believe this side of her had faded away, and a new tenderness had replaced her steely brutality. The fact that he'd been mistaken came as unpleasant shock.
'Don't be like this, Trinica,' he said.
'But this is how I am, Darian,' she replied.
Roke whimpered and blubbered on the ground, his eyes fixed on the barrel of the pistol pointed at his head. Trinica's gaze was locked with Frey's.
Frey had seen enough murders in his time. He'd just watched his engineer throw a man off the roof. But that was done in anger, was heavily provoked and, to Frey's mind, well deserved. Roke might be a scumbag, maybe even a traitor, but he'd given them the information they wanted. To shoot him now was just too cold-blooded.
Or maybe it was just that it was Trinica holding the gun. Maybe, if she pulled that trigger, he'd lose her for ever.
Please don't be like this.
Frey's heart thumped in his chest. Snow drifted through the space between them. Seconds crawled past.
'Very well,' she said at last. 'As you wish.' Then she lowered her gun and walked off towards the Ketty Jay without another word. Frey let out the breath he'd been holding.
'I need a doctor!' Roke cried suddenly. He was cradling his destroyed hand, face slack with shock. 'Someone get me a doctor!'
Frey turned to Malvery.
'Don't look at me,' Malvery said. 'I've barely got enough supplies to look after you lot. I ain't wasting any on him.'
'Sorry,' said Frey to Roke. 'Looks like you're on your own.'
'Maybe you can ask one of the factory workers for help,' Malvery added maliciously.
Roke was still howling when they left him, and he kept howling