Chapters (25)
- Title Page
- Books by Lois McMaster Bujold
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Aftermaths
- About the Author
- Table of Contents
Miles-san sat back and rubbed his chin. "That is a problem, true. Maybe I was wrong, before."
Roic gave him a head-tilt, which induced a fleeting grin on Miles-san's face for no reason that Jin could see.
Johannes and Raven-sensei had finished their task at the table and taken over the satellite comconsole. Now Raven-sensei said, "Ah! Is there a face scan of her? I have fingerprints and footprints for backup, but—no, we're not going to need them, are we."
Miles-san shoved his chair back with his feet and swung around. "What have you found over there?"
Roic bent and peered. "Aye, that does look like our woman, doesn't it? Look at her cheek bones. And her ears. And that same mole above her left eyebrow. This scan must have been taken pretty near the time she was frozen."
"Can't say as I'd noticed her ears . . ." Miles-san grabbed his cane and stood up to get a better view.
Jin wriggled in to look, too. Comparing the picture of the live, smiling woman with that still, alien figure they'd seen on the treatment table made him queasy all over again. Would his mother look all strange like that if she died for real?
"Good, this file has it all," said Raven-sensei. "Biographical data, medical history, date of cryoprep . . . well, her contract and her financial data would seem to be cross-referenced elsewhere. Alice Chen, poor unlucky woman. I suppose I'm glad to know her name."
"That was fast work," said Miles-san. "Good job."
"These patron data bases are pretty open to the public," said Johannes, though he straightened a little at the praise. "Anyone from lawyers to academics doing demographic studies to medical researchers to just genealogists scouting their family trees can get in." He sat back, staring into the screen of data the vid plate had flung up. "Looks like she was frozen about forty-five years ago. That's lucky. You get back more than about a century and the data banks tend to have holes, from one cause or another."
"Yeah, when I was, uh, working in my prior career, this planet used to be a favored source for untraceable false ID's," said Miles-san. "It was the only reason I'd ever heard of the place, before this investigation." He squinted and pointed to a line. "What the devil's that unpronounceable polysyllable?"
Raven-sensei looked. "Debilitating blood disease. Might have been why she chose to freeze a bit early."
"Cause of death, do you think?"
Raven-sensei shook his head. "No, it shouldn't have affected her revival. She would have needed treatment later, though."
"Could she have had it? Effective treatment, that is?"
"Oh, yes, that one's under control these days."