“I know that,” Pierre said with a trace of patience he couldn’t quite hide.

“No, you don’t.” It was unusual for Saint-Just to correct him quite so flatly, and Pierre frowned. “I know I told you that I wanted him on ice until we publicly admitted Cordelia’s death, but you thought my real reason was that I was being paranoid and trying to decide whether or not to have him eliminated, now didn’t you?” the StateSec head asked.

“Well… yes, I suppose I did,” Pierre admitted.

“Well, you were mostly right, but not entirely. Oh, it really was essential to keep his crew isolated until our version of Cordelia’s glorious death hit the ’faxes, but neither of us anticipated initially how long that was going to take.” He shook his head. “I never would have believed how useful she could be when we could use her reputation and status with the Mob but not have to put up with her tantrums!”

Saint-Just actually chuckled for a moment, then shook his head.

“But even though I know keeping him under virtual ship arrest has to have pissed him off even more than he was, I’ve never wanted to eliminate him, Rob; I’ve simply been afraid we had no choice. I realize what a tactical asset he is for the Navy, and I’d hate the thought of simply throwing that away when we need it so badly. But in a way, I regard him as a bigger danger than McQueen.”

“You do?” Pierre’s forehead furrowed in surprise.

“Yes. I’ve read his dossier and his commissioner’s reports, and I’ve interviewed him myself at least a dozen times since Cerberus. There’s a brain behind that cowboy exterior, Rob. He tries like hell to hide it, and he’s been surprisingly successful with a lot of people, but he’s sharp as a vibro blade. And Citizen Admiral Cowboy doesn’t have a reputation for ambition like McQueen’s. If he decides that his best long-term chance for survival lies in building some sort of cabal out of self-defense, his fellow officers are going to be a lot less wary of getting involved with him.

“So what do I see when I look at him? A man who, right this minute, is being grateful as hell that he dodged a pulser dart while deep inside he has to be wondering if he really did… or if he just thinks he did. He’s been under a microscope for nine T-months, and he’s got to know that we know that he knows Cordelia was going to have him killed. That means he also knows that we’re going to be watching him very, very carefully, even if we have decided to release his flagship and staff for the moment. If he steps out of line again, we’ll have no choice but to eliminate him, and he knows that, too. All of which means that he has to have at least considered the possibility of joining up with someone like a McQueen out of sheer self-defense. Or setting up a cabal of his own.”