The man started toward them, then he stopped as if he had walked into an invisible wall, went down on his knees and fell face down onto the sidewalk. Austin heard footsteps and saw a figure running down the street. Austin pulled Therri to her feet and apologized for knocking her down.

“What happened?” She seemed to be in a daze.

“Someone shot our friend. I saw the spot from a laser sight.”

“Why would they do that?”

“Maybe his company has a strict severance policy.”

“Or maybe they didn't want him talking,” she said, staring at the dead body.

“Either way, this isn't a healthy place to be.”

Austin took Therri by the arm and guided her away from the scene. He kept a sharp eye out for a return of their attackers, not re- laxing until the lights of the Palace Hotel were in sight. The hotel cocktail lounge seemed like another world. Austin and Therri sat in a corner booth surrounded by the cheerful Babel of voices and the tinkling of a jazz piano playing Cole Porter. Austin had ordered two double scotches.

Therri took a deep swallow other drink and looked around at the other patrons. “Did that really happen out there in the street?”

“It wasn't a production of West Side Story, if that's what you mean. Can you tell me what you remember?”

“It all happened so fast. Two of those men with the clubs grabbed me.” She frowned. “Loo what those SOBs did to my hair.” Anger was replacing her fear. “Who were those jerks?”

“The attack was well-coordinated. They knew we were in Copen- hagen and must have been watching us tonight in order to set up the ambush. What's your guess?”

She replied without hesitation. “Oceanus?”

Austin nodded grimly. “As I learned in the Faroes, Oceanus has the thug power, the violent inclination and the organization. What happened next?”

“They let me go. Just like that. Then they were running away, with the other men chasing after them.” She shook her head. “I wish our Good Samaritans had stayed so I could thank them. Should we tell the police what happened?”

“Normally, I'd say yes. But I don't know if it would do any good. They might pass it off as an attempted mugging. Given your rela- tionship with the Danish authorities, you might be detained here longer than you'd like.”

“You're right,” Therri said. She drained the last other glass. “I'd better get back to my room. My flight leaves early in the morning.”

Austin walked Therri to her door, where they paused. “You're sure you'll be okay?”

"Yes, I'm fine. Thanks for the interesting evening. You certainly

know how to show a girl a good time."