can tell, it hasn't started up again. There's a little more action by independents, but that aside, it's all looking great. It just smells funny."
She nodded, but her gaze was back on the wall. He'd lost her interest as quickly as he'd gotten it.
"Well, put it aside," she said. "I have something. New contract. Just you. Not Havelock."
Miller crossed his arms.
"New contract," he said slowly. "Meaning?"
"Meaning Star Helix Security has accepted a contract for services separate from the Ceres security assignment, and in my role as site manager for the corporation, I'm assigning you to it."
"I'm fired?" he said.
Captain Shaddid looked pained.
"It's additional duty," she said. "You'll still have the Ceres assignments you have now. It's just that, in addition... Look, Miller, I think this is as shitty as you do. I'm not pulling you off station. I'm not taking you off the main contract. This is a favor someone down on Earth is doing for a shareholder."
"We're doing favors for shareholders now?" Miller asked.
"You are, yes," Captain Shaddid said. The softness was gone; the conciliatory tone was gone. Her eyes were dark as wet stone.
"Right, then," Miller said. "I guess I am."
Captain Shaddid held up her hand terminal. Miller fumbled at his side, pulled out his own, and accepted the narrow-beam transfer. Whatever this was, Shaddid was keeping it off the common network. A new file tree, labeled JMAO, appeared on his readout.
"It's a little-lost-daughter case," Captain Shaddid said. "Ariadne and Jules-Pierre Mao."
The names rang a bell. Miller pressed his fingertips onto the screen of his hand terminal.
"Mao-Kwikowski Mercantile?" he asked.
"The one."
Miller whistled low.
Maokwik might not have been one of the top ten corporations in the Belt, but it was certainly in the upper fifty. Originally, it had been a legal firm involved in the epic failure of the Venusian cloud cities. They'd used the money from that decades-long lawsuit to diversify and expand, mostly into interplanetary transport. Now the corporate station was independent, floating between the Belt and the inner planets with the regal majesty of an ocean liner on ancient seas. The simple fact that Miller knew that much about them meant they had enough money to buy and sell men like him on open exchange.
He'd just been bought.
"They're Luna-based," Captain Shaddid said. "All the rights and privileges of Earth citizenship. But they do a lot of shipping business out here."
"And they misplaced a daughter?"
"Black sheep," the captain said. "Went off to college, got involved with a group called the Far Horizons Foundation. Student activists."
"OPA front," Miller said.
"Associated," Shaddid corrected him. Miller let it pass, but a flicker of curiosity troubled him. He wondered which side Captain Shaddid would be on if the OPA attacked. "The family put it down to a phase. They've got two older children with controlling interest, so if Julie wanted to bounce around vacuum calling herself a freedom fighter, there was no real harm."
"But now they want her found," Miller said.
"They do."
"What changed?"
"They didn't see fit to share that information."
"Right."
"Last records show she was employed on Tycho Station but maintained an apartment here. I've found her partition on the network and locked it down. The password is in your files."
"Okay," Miller said. "What's my contract?"
"Find Julie Mao, detain her, and ship her home."
"A kidnap job, then," he said.
"Yes."
Miller stared down at his hand terminal, flicking the files open without particularly looking at them. A strange knot had tied itself in his guts. He'd been working Ceres security for sixteen years, and he hadn't started with many illusions in place. The joke was that Ceres didn't have laws - it had police. His hands weren't any cleaner than Captain Shaddid's. Sometimes people fell out airlocks. Sometimes evidence vanished from the lockers. It wasn't so much that it was right or wrong as that it was justified. You spent your life in a stone bubble with your food, your water, your air shipped in from places so distant you could barely find them with a telescope, and a certain moral flexibility was necessary. But he'd never had to take a kidnap job before.
"Problem, Detective?" Captain Shaddid asked.
"No, sir," he said. "I'll take care of it."
"Don't spend too much time on it," she said.
"Yes, sir. Anything else?"
Captain Shaddid's hard eyes softened, like she was putting on a mask. She smiled.
"Everything going well with your partner?"
"Havelock's all right," Miller said. "Having him around makes people like me better by contrast. That's nice."
Her smile's only change was to become half a degree more genuine. Nothing like a