that?â
âNothing, a little android humor.â
âIâm human, I assure you, although some of the staff think Iâve got gears inside me instead of organs.â He gestured at a chair and sat down again. âI was having a little lunch. Too busy to get out today. Join me?â
âNo, thanks.â
âWe have an excellent galley on this floor, I saw to that. I can have them send in some enchiladas or tamales.â
âActually, I eat only Hungarian food.â He settled into the indicated chair.
âHowâs that? Oh, I seeâmore humor.â
Gomez smiled, then asked, âYou and Peter Traynor were friends?â
Barragray set down the fork heâd picked up. âI certainly tried to be Peteâs friend,â he answered. âAs Iâm sure you know already, Amy St. Mars and I have been good friends since college days over in Europe. Pete, thoughâI made a real effort to get close to the guy, but without much luck, Iâm afraid.â
âYou were aware he was addicted to Tek?â
âYes, it was obvious.â He paused to eat some of his brown rice. âThere are, Iâm afraid, a few other employees in this division who use the stuff regularly. But if they do their workâmost of them are exceptionally bright, by the wayâitâs my policy to let them stay on.â He set the fork to one side again and leaned back in his chair. âPete had just about reached, I have to admit, the limits of toleration around here. I was trying to stay on his side and keep him on our payrollâhe was a very gifted technician in spite of his habitâbut Iâve been under increasing pressure of late to sever him.â He looked directly at Gomez. âThereâs no possibility, I suppose, that his death was a suicide?â
âNone. Why?â
âPete had been getting worse lately. Jumpy, depressed, suspicious,â said the Gunsmiths, Ltd., First Vice President. âYouâve heard, Iâm sure, of his completely unfounded suspicions about weapons being smuggled out of our San Andreas Arsenal facility?â
â SÃ. Unfounded, huh?â
Barragray ate again. Eventually he said, âThere is absolutely nothing going on at Gunsmithsâat any of our locationsâthat I donât know about. Thatâs why Iâve been able to keep the position of First Vice President of the whole organization for over five years. And, I might add, why Iâll be President when Cullen Brozlin decides to step down.â He took up the fork and pointed it at the detective. âNo, Mr. Gomez, if there were anything missing from the warehouse there, Iâd be fully aware of it.â
âDid you go there and check?â
âOf course. Even though all our people there and the computers confirmed there had been no thefts of any sort.â He spread his hands wide. âThere is nothingâ nada , Mr. Gomezâthat is missing.â
âNot even a batch of the Devlin Guns?â
âNot even one of them.â
Gomez rubbed at his moustache. âWhat exactly is the Devlin Gun?â
âA remarkable weapon. A pity it was outlawed.â He dropped the fork, undid the napkin and left his desk.
There was a large holo platform in front of the lefthand wall of his large office.
Crouching, Barragray punched out something on a keypad at the edge of the platform. âThis is a demo we produced some years ago,â he explained. âAt the time, of course, we had no idea that the UN was going to be so conservative about the Devlin Gun and forbid its use.â He chuckled. âA lot of them, the UN people, nicknamed it the Devil Gun.â
A field of grass came to bright life on the platform. Standing in the knee-high grass was a young man wearing only a pair of shorts. He was about two feet high.
âOh, keep in mind that this is all simulation stuff, no matter how real it looks,â said