Magus Star Rising: A Tale of the Galactic Nexia by Larry Ivkovich

Author:Larry Ivkovich [Ivkovich, Larry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Self Published
Published: 2017-12-02T07:00:00+00:00

Coincidences are Vanera’s way of maintaining

a balance in all things.

UNKNOWN

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Met Again

C

ompared to the first time he shadowed Marcus Honin-Zay, Weller’s follow-up had been pretty boring. Nothing unusual had occurred, no one had attacked him, no mysterious savior appeared. After a couple of hours, during which Weller consumed more vrete pastries and coffee, Honin-Zay left his mistress’ apartment above the book store, and returned home. His personal ground-car picked him up at the dolmen-entrance where he had arrived.

Weller hadn’t detected the Senitte he thought tailing him again. But then, he reasoned, that was probably nothing but his imagination. Probably.

Several messages awaited Weller on his comm queue when he returned to his own home. He placed his backpack by the door and doffed his shade-hat. Slipping out of his shoes, he poured himself a whiskey and sat down at his desk. He took a sip and pressed the replay stud.

The first message was from his afternoon slag, whose name he couldn’t even remember. “Hey, starbaby,” she crooned. “I’m bein’ sorry about yester-sun. You thinkin’ you can forgive me? Call me, hon.”

Yeah, Weller thought. Sorry about losing a regular customer and all that credit. Delete.

A dissatisfied client queued next, threatening to take him to court. Good luck with that. A lawsuit would be less likely than getting any satisfaction out of the New Terran Embassy, which is probably where the client went to complain first. Buyer beware, as the old expression went. Delete.

“Hey, Weller, man. I heard you was in the Yharria? You back in action? Let’s get together. Just like in the old days, huh? Comm me!” Weller shook his head. News traveled fast. Jackie Sokowski, another Terran expatriate. He hadn’t thought of him in a long time. They had gotten into some trouble a couple of years ago, drinking and whoring. Weller had pretty much gone off the deep end after Selina died. Jackie latched onto him and, in his despair, Weller let him. Delete.

One or two routine messages queued. Overdue bill notices, requests for computer system buys and/or installations. He’d save those.

But the last message in the queue definitely got his attention. He listened to it with a mixture of disbelief and irritation.

“Master Simon Weller?” a soft, female voice intoned in slightly accented Terran. “Bright Star to you. I am Behoola Chaut, Head Servant of Marcus and Claudia Honin-Zay. My master is in need of your services regarding his computer system. Would you be available to visit the Honin-Zay estate today?”

Jesus! What stroking timing! How do I handle this? He leaned back in the chair, staring at the comm. What kind of dumbass joke was this? He’d be taking a risk going to the Honin-Zay house, given the assignment he worked on for its mistress. He could make up an excuse for not going, other business matters, being sick.

On the other hand, the visit would be for a legitimate, innocent-enough reason. He had been to the Honin-Zay estate before on family business. Besides, no one had really seen him following the merchant.

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