Miles's more focused researches last night had mainly turned up Leiber's school records, with police records drawing a bland and virtuous blank.  He wasn't listed on any of Lisa Sato's rosters of supporters or contributors, nor did his name appear among the arrestees at the rally riot, most of whom had been released without being charged.  Charges had been made but later dropped against the two dead and the three, including Sato, who'd been suspiciously frozen.  All tidy and quiet now.

This Dr. Leiber had acquired his PhD at the unprecocious age of twenty-eight, and gone directly into employment with NewEgypt for the four years subsequently.  His thesis, which Miles had read—well, skimmed—had focused on improvements in cryonics fluids, which, given that a consortium of cryocorps had funded his scholarship, seemed perfectly reasonable.  Several of the larger cryocorps maintained research departments that, in addition to overseeing quality control, worked on proprietary advances in their procedures designed to lure customers from their competition.  Nothing odd about that, either.

Miles had Johannes pull up at the corner.  "I think our biggest problem here is going to be nosy neighbors, not electronic surveillance.  You aren't going to be able to sit or stand around without people coming out to see what you're up to.  So I'll run an open comlink to you, Johannes"—Miles set his to record while he was at it—"and you find a place to pull in and buy coffee or something.  Drop Roic around back on the way."  Miles eyed his bodyguard, dressed fairly neutrally but not quite locally.  "I wish we could disguise you as a lamp post or something."

"I'll manage," said Roic.

Miles nodded, waved Raven to follow him, and descended to the sidewalk.

The door buzzer was answered by a dark-haired, blinking fellow with a tea mug in his hand, wearing a tee shirt and trousers, barefoot.  Despite the weekend jaw shadow and lack of a lab coat, he was immediately recognizable as Miles's quarry.

Miles smiled.  "Dr. Leiber?"  Not giving the man time to answer, he continued, "My name is Miles Vorkosigan, and this is my associate, Dr. Raven Durona of the Durona Group."

A flash of recognition crossed Leiber's face at the latter name, followed by puzzlement.  "Durona?" said Leiber.  "From the Escobar clinic?"

"Oh, you've heard of us?"  Raven smiled sunnily.

"I read the journals."

Miles forged on, "We were both in town for the inter-Nexus cryo-conference last week, and hoped to see you.  May we come in?"  Leaving implied that the associate was bio-research.  Miles would save the insinuation of interstellar cops for after they'd made it through the front door, and only if needed.