They came down in the parking lot of the medical complex. As befitted a rich country like Rwanda, it was state of the art; but the architecture was designed to make the place feel homelike to its patients. So it looked for all the world like a village, with every room that did not need a controlled environment open to whatever breezes blew.

Volescu was being held in the climate-controlled lab where he was arrested. He nodded gravely to Bean and Petra when they came inside. “How nice to see you again,” he said.

“Was anything you told us true?” asked Petra. Her voice was calm, but she wasn’t going to pretend that pleasantries were in order.

Volescu gave a little smile and shrug. “Doing what the boy wanted seemed to be a good idea at the time. He promised me…this.”

“A place to conduct illegal research?” asked Bean.

“Oddly enough,” said Volescu, “in our new days of freedom now that the Hegemony is powerless, my research is not illegal here. So I don’t have to be prepared to dispose of my subjects at a moment’s notice.”

Bean looked at Petra. “He still says ‘dispose of’ instead of ‘murder.’”

Volescu’s smile grew sad. “How I wish I had all your brothers,” he said. “But that’s not why you’re here. I already served my time and was legally released.”

“We want our babies back,” said Petra. “All eight of them. Unless there are more.”

“There were never more than eight,” said Volescu. “I was observed the whole time, as you arranged, and there is no way I could have faked the number. Nor could I have faked the destruction of the three discards.”

“I’ve already thought of several,” said Bean. “The most obvious being that the three you pretended to find had Anton’s Key turned had already been taken away. What you destroyed were someone else’s embryos. Or nothing at all.”

“If you know so much, why do you need me?” asked Volescu.

“Eight names and addresses,” said Bean. “The women who are bearing our babies.”

“Even if I knew,” said Volescu, “what purpose would be served by telling? None of them have Anton’s Key. They aren’t worth studying.”

“There is no nondestructive test,” said Petra. “So you don’t know which of them had Anton’s Key turned. You would have kept them all. You would have implanted them all.”

“Again, since you know more than I do, by all means tell me when you find them. I’d love to know what Achilles did with the five survivors.”

Bean walked up to his biological half-uncle. He towered over him.

“My,” said Volescu. “What big teeth you have.”

Bean took him by the shoulders. Volescu’s arms seemed so small and fragile within the grasp of Bean’s huge hands. Bean probed and pressed with his fingers. Volescu winced.

Bean’s hands wandered idly along Volescu’s shoulders until his right hand nested the back of the man’s neck, and his thumb played with the point of Volescu’s larynx. “Lie to me again,” whispered Bean.