about who to sell them to. We were getting bids on stuff through back channels and plant messages every ten seconds.â
âFrom who?â Benson jumped from his seat. âThatâs what I need to know. Your accomplices are all dead, I understand that, but your buyers arenât. Weâve caught a lot of them, but a lot of pieces were turned in anonymously. If I know who the players were, then maybe I can apply some pressure and figure out not only how this kid came to have a Monet hanging in his home, but why he went missing.â
âSorry, detective,â Sal shook his head, âbut I canât help you.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause powerful people are on that list. As low as Iâve been knocked down here, they can still hurt me. No, Iâm going to hunker down until Iâm strapped into my shuttle seat down to the surface, then take my chances.â
Benson leaned back. âIâm confused. You talk like youâre being persecuted, but you think youâre going to be given a spot in the colony?â
Sal smiled. âI like you, detective. Youâre still young enough to buy into the whole idea of âjusticeâ. But Iâll bet you dollars to donuts that Iâm on the second shuttle down. The first will be loaded with debutants. The second will be loaded with us disposables, the people whoâll be hacking down the trees or whatever, shoveling the ditches and pouring the concrete. The people taking all the real risks, the ones they wonât mind losing when a tree falls the wrong way, or some wild animal gets past the fence. Nobody relies on me, they made sure of that. I got no family left, never got approved for kids, and now Iâm too old to start. What do you think that makes me?â
Benson smiled. âI think my father was fifty-seven when I was bor⦠when he had me, and that the whole reproductive selection process probably isnât going to survive Landing. But thatâs not anything I can guarantee. Instead, I have something else you might be interested in.â
Sal looked skeptical, to say the least, but nodded for him to continue.
âI know youâve been banned for life from the museum. What if I could get you private time, after hours? No one to disturb you.â
A hearty laugh erupted from deep in Salâs belly. âWhy donât you head outside and part the reclamation lake while youâre at it?â
âLaugh all you like, but Madame Feynman and I are on very good terms. In fact, she owes me a favor.â
âShe owes you a favor. Me, sheâd just as soon see ârecycledâ as spit on me.â
âMaybe so, but if any of the names you coughed up meant even one more piece of her lost collection was returned to her loving care, I guarantee sheâd carry you piggyback through a guided tour.â
Sal regarded him coolly, but Benson thought he saw a flickering spark of optimism, too.
âCâmon Sal, what do you say? Is it worth taking a little risk for a real look at some old flames? I hear the Birth of Venus is coming out of storage for a viewing this week. You havenât seen her in a while, have you?â
âThatâs not fighting fair, son. Did you cheat this bad in the Zero can, too?â
Benson bristled at the accusation. âI never cheated, Mr Kite. Maybe they did write a few new rules as a direct response to some of my more brilliant formation building, but that was after the fact.â
The old man smirked, recognizing a kindred spirit when he saw one. âOne last chance to stick my thumb in their eye, eh?â
Benson nodded.
âTour first. If that doesnât happen, I ainât saying nothing.â
âNaturally. Iâll speak to Feynman as soon as I leave here. Youâll have an answer before your next shift starts.â
âMaybe my last shift, too.â Salâs eyes fixed on the bottom of his glass. He swirled the whiskey