His gaze slipped sideways, drawn by the lithe twist she' d used to reverse her position on the rail. He caught her profile, lean high-breasted body and long thighs, the dark flaring facets of her face. The wind off the bay fingered through the curls in her hair, flattened it forward around her head.

You don' t want to worry too much about Coyle," she said, not looking at him.

I' m not."

She smiled. Okay. It' s just. See, we don' t get a whole lot of thirteens out here on the Rim. They crop up occasional y, we just bust ' em and ship ' em out. Dump them in Cimarron or Tanana. Jesusland' s always a good place to export the stuff you don' t want in your own backyard. Nuclear nondegradables, nanotech test runs, cutting-edge crop research. The Republic takes it al at a fraction what it' d cost us to do the processing ourselves."

I know."

Yeah, you worked a couple of Cimarron breaks, right?"

Six." He considered. Seven if you count Eric Sundersen last year. He escaped en route, never actually got to Cimarron itself."

Oh yeah, I remember that one. The guy who shorted out the autocopter, right?"

Right."

You the one who brought him in?"

No," he said shortly. Eric Sundersen had died in a hail of assault rifle fire on the streets of Minneapolis.

Standard police ordnance and tactics; apparently he' d been mistaken for a local drug dealer. Carl was chasing false leads down in Juarez at the time. He went home with day-rate expenses and minor lacerations from a razor fight triggered by one too many questions in the wrong bar. I missed out on that one."

Yeah?" Rovayo hitched herself up on the rail. Well, anyway, like I said. Having guys like you around isn' t something any of us are used to. Coyle' s got a pretty standard Rim mentality about what a good thing that is. And with the mess Merrin made on that ship... well, Coyle' s a cop, he just doesn' t want to see any more blood in the streets."

You trying to apologize for him? That what this is about?"

She grimaced. I' m just trying to make sure you two don' t kil each other before we get the job done."

He cocked an eyebrow at her. I can guarantee you Coyle won' t kil me."

Yeah." She nodded and her mouth tightened. Well, just so you know, he' s my partner. It' s not a fight I'

l stay out of if it cuts loose."

He let it sit for a while, waiting to see if she was finished, if she' d leave him alone with the threat. When she didn' t, he sighed again.

Okay, Rovayo, you win. Go back and tell your good, honest, compassionate cop partner that if he can keep the word twist hedged a little tighter behind his teeth next time, I' l cut him some slack."

I know. I' m sorry about that."

Don' t be. You' re not the one who said it."

She hesitated. I don' t like that word any more than you do. It' s just, like I said, we don' t get- "

Yeah, I know. You don' t get many like me in the Rim, so Coyle gets to throw the words around without repercussions. Don' t worry, it' s not much different anywhere else I' ve been."

Apart from Mars?"

He hunched around to look at her properly.

Mars, huh? This cousin of yours really planted some seeds, didn' t he? What' s the deal, you thinking about going yourself?"

She didn' t meet his gaze. Nothing like that. Just Enrique, my cousin, he talked a lot about how no one had a problem with the thirteens there. Like they had this kind of minor celebrity status."

Carls snorted. Pretty fucking minor, I' d say. Sounds to me like your cousin Enrique' s having a bad attack of qualpro nostalgia. That' s pretty common once you get safely back, but you notice most of these guys don' t sign up for another tour. I mean, he didn' t, right?"

She shook her head. I think part of him wanted to, part of him would have stayed out there longer, maybe not come back at all. But he got scared. He didn' t exactly tell me that, but you could pick it up from what he said, you know."

Well, it' s an easy place to get scared," Carl admitted grudgingly.

Even for a thirteen?"

He shrugged. We' re not that good at fear, it' s true. But this is something deeper, it' s not an actual fear of anything. It' s something that comes up from inside. No warning, no trigger you can work out. Just a feeling."

Feeling of what?"

Carl grimaced, remembering. A feeling that you don' t belong. That you shouldn' t be there. Like being in someone else' s home without them knowing, and you know they might be coming home any minute."

Big bad Martian monsters, huh?"

I didn' t say it made any sense." He stared out at the bridge. The southern tower was almost lost in the encroaching fog bank now, wrapped and shrouded to the top. Tendrils crept through under the main span. They say it' s the gravity and the perceived horizon that does it. Triggers a survival anxiety. Maybe they' re right."

You think you handled it better?" She made an embarrassed gesture. Because. You know, because of what you are?"

He frowned. What do you want to hear from me, Rovayo? What' s this real y about?"

Hey, just making conversation. You want to be alone, say the word. I can take a hint if you hit me upside the head with it."

Carl felt a faint smile touch the corners of his mouth.

You work at it, you can reach a balance," he said. The fear tips over into exhilaration. The weakness turns into strength, fuels you up to face whatever it is your survival anxiety thinks it' s warning you about.

Starts to feel good instead of bad." He looked down at the backs of his hands where they rested on the rail. Kind of addictive after a while."

You think that' s why they' re happy to have you on Mars?"

Rovayo, they' re happy to have anyone on Mars. The qualpro guys mostly go home as soon as their stint' s up- to be fair to your cousin, he' s a tough motherfucker if he stayed even for a second tour- and you' ve got a high rate of mental health problems in the permanent settlers, that' s the grunts and the ex-grunts who' ve upskil ed, doesn' t seem to make much difference either way. End result- there' s never enough labor to go around, never enough skilled personnel or reliable raw human material to learn the skil s. So yeah, they can put up with the fact you' re a born-and-bred twist sociopath if they think you'

l be able to punch above your weight." A thin smile. Which we mostly can."

The Rim cop nodded, as if convincing herself of something.

They say the Chinese are breeding a new variant for Mars. Against the Charter. You believe that?"

I' d believe pretty much anything of those shitheads in Beijing. You don' t keep a grip on the world' s largest economy the way they have without stamping on a few human rights."

You see any evidence? When you were there, I mean?"

Carl shook his head. You don' t see much of the Chinese at all on Mars. They' re mostly based down in Hellas or around the Utopia spread. Long way from Bradbury or Wells, unless you' ve got some specific reason to go there."

They both watched the silvered chop of the water for a while.

I did think about going," Rovayo said finally. I was younger when Enrique came back with al his stories, still in my teens. I was going to get some studies, sign up for a three stint."

So what happened?"

She laughed. Life happened, man. Just one of those dreams the logistics stacked up against, you know."

You probably didn' t miss much."

Hey, you went."

Yeah. I went because the alternative was internment." A brief memory of Nevant' s jeering slipped across his mind. And I came back as soon as I got the chance. You don' t want to believe al your cousin' s war stories. That stuff always looks better in the rearview mirror. A lot of the time, Mars is just this cold, hardscrabble place you won' t ever belong to no matter how hard you scrabble at trying."

Rovayo shrugged.

Yeah, wel ." A hard little smile came and went across her mouth, but her voice was quiet and cop-wisdom calm. You think it' s any different here on Earth, Marsalis? You think down here they' re ever going to let you belong?"

And for that, he had no answer. He just stood and watched the disappearing bridge until Rovayo propped herself upright off the rail and touched his arm.

C' mon," she said companionably. Let' s get back to work."

They were working the Horkan' s Pride case out of a closed suite in the lower levels of the Alcatraz station. Shielding in the superstructure above them ensured a leak-tight data environment, the transmission systems in and out ran Marstech-standard encryption, and all the equipment in the suite was jacked together with python-thick coils of black actual cable. It gave the offices a period feel that sat well with the raw, sandblasted stone walls and the subterranean cool that soaked off them. Sevgi sat in a commandeered desk chair and stared at a rough-hewn corner, keeping her eyes off Marsalis and furious with herself for the feeling that had snaked across her belly when Rovayo came back with the black man in tow.

Coyle and Norton went to talk to Tsai," she told them. Going to book some n-djinn time, run a fresh linkage model on Ward and the victims, soon as we can get on the machine."

Rovayo nodded and went to her desk, where she stood prodding through a pile of hardcopy with limited enthusiasm. Sevgi turned to Marsalis.

There' s a Mars datafile you might want to take a look at here. Seems Norton got on to Colony while we were in Istanbul, had them pull Gutierrez in. You want to screen it?"

She thought she saw a subtle tightening go through him. But he only shrugged. Think it' s worth looking at?"

I don' t know," she said acidly. I haven' t seen it yet."

The chances Colony got anything useful out of an old familia hand like Gutierrez are pretty thin."

Not really the main point," said Rovayo absently from across the room without looking up from her paperwork. Cop' ll tell you it' s what the guy doesn' t say as often as not gives you the angle."

Uh, exactly," said Sevgi, startled.

Marsalis shuttled a sour look between the two women.

All right," he said ungraciously. So let' s al watch the fucking thing, shal we."

But in the screening chamber, she saw how the quick-flaring irritation damped down to an intent stare that might have passed for boredom if she hadn' t seen him looking the same way after the third skater in New York, the man he' d failed to kil . She had no way of knowing where exactly Marsalis' s attention fell- the file was a standard split-screen interrogation tape, six or seven facets slotted together on the LCLS display, frontal on Gutierrez, face and body from the tabletop up, vital signs in longitudinal display below, minimized footage of the whole interview room from two or three different angles, voice profiles in dropdown to the left. Cop custom had her skimming detail from the whole thing in random snatches. But if she' d had to guess, she' d say the thirteen at her side was riveted on the slightly gaunt, sun-blasted features of the familia datahawk as he sat unimpressed and smoking his way through the interrogation.

They let him take fucking cigarettes in there?" asked Rovayo, outraged.

It' s not a cigarette as such," Sevgi told her patiently. She' d been a little shocked the first time she saw it, too. That' s a gil . You know, like in the settler flicks. Chemical ember, gives off oxygen instead of burning it. Like a lung supercharger."

Rovayo snapped her fingers. O-kay. Like, Kwame Oviedo' s always got one stuck in the corner of his mouth, practically every scene in that Upland Heroes trilogy."

Sevgi nodded. Yeah, same with Marisa Mansour. Even in Marineris Queen, which when you think about it, is pretty- "

Weren' t we supposed to be watching this," said Marsalis loudly.

Sevgi cocked an expressive eyebrow at the Rim cop, and they turned back toward the screen. Gutierrez was settling comfortably into his role of career criminal cool. Upland-dialect Quechua drawled out of him- the language monitor tagged it in the lower right-hand corner of the screen, provided a machine-speed simultaneous subtitle in Amanglic, but for the original interrogators it would have been hard work.

They' d have some street Quechua, Sevgi supposed, you' d have to have, be a decent cop out there, but you could see they were uncomfortable with it. Instead, they fell back repeatedly on Amanglic or Spanish- both of which the file said Gutierrez spoke well- and listened constantly to their sleek black earplug whisperers. The datahawk smirked through it.

Look, let' s cut the bouncing about, Nicki," he said, apparently. There is no motherfucking way you have anything on me. You' l have to give me my phone call sooner or later. So why not save us all a lot of fucking around and do it now?"

The ranking officer on the other side of the table sat back in her chair and fixed the ex-datahawk with a somber stare.

I think you' ve forgotten which planet you' re on, Franklin. You' l get to make a phone call when I say you can."

Her companion got up out of his chair and began to pace a slow circle around the table. Gutierrez tipped his head back a little to watch the move, drew on his gill and puffed a long feather of fumes up into the air, then went back to looking at the woman. He shook his head.

They' ll come and dig me out of here before breakfast, Nicki. You know that."

The other cop hit him, dropped body weight into the swing, one cupped striking hand to the datahawk' s ear and side of the head. The gill went flying. In the slack grip of Mars gravity, so did Gutierrez and the chair. Clatter of plastic on evercrete, soft human yelp. Rovayo flinched- Sevgi caught it peripherally from two seats over. On screen, Gutierrez rolled to a halt and the cop was on him. The datahawk was shaking his head muzzily, trying to pick himself up- his assailant locked a thick muscled arm around his throat, hauled him upright by it. The ranking officer watched impassively.

Wrong guess, fuckwit," hissed the strong-arm cop into the ear he hadn' t deafened. See, we got a lot of leeway on this one. You really fucked up with Horkan' s Pride, and I mean big-time. There' s a lot more juice coming down from COLIN right now than your buddies over in Wells know how to soak up. I' d say we' ve got you down here for a fortnight at least."

The datahawk choked out a reply. Reyes," said the subtitles. You' re confusing your wet dreams with reality again."

The cop bared his teeth in a grin. He reached down and grabbed Gutierrez by the crotch. Twisted. A suffocated screech made it up the datahawk' s throat.

Can he- " Rovayo began numbly.

Marsalis rolled his head slightly in her direction. Met her eye. Colony police. Oh yeah. He can."

The ranking officer made a tiny motion with her head. Her companion let go of Gutierrez' s testicles and dumped the datahawk forward onto the tabletop like a load of laundry. He lay there, face to one side, breath whistling hoarsely in and out of his teeth. The cop called Reyes pressed a flat palm down hard against their suspect' s cheek, leaned on it, and then closer, over him.

You' d better fucking learn to behave, Franklin," he said conversational y. What they tell me, we can blow this whole year' s compensation budget on you if we have to." He looked at the woman. What' s the rate for testicular damage these days, Nick?"

The ranking officer shrugged. Thirty-seven grand."

Reyes grinned again. Right. Now, that' s for each one, right?"

No, that' s for both." The woman leaned forward a little. I hear the restorative surgery' s a bitch, Franklin. Not something you' d want to go through at al ."

Yeah, so how about you speak English to us for a change." Reyes marked the emphasis, skidding his palm hard off the datahawk' s face, as if wiping it clean. His face wrinkled up with disgust. Because we all know you can, sort of. Just wrap the fucking Upland chatter for a while. Do us that small favor, huh?

Maybe then I leave your cojones intact."

He stepped back. A thin sound trickled out of Gutierrez. Sevgi, disbelieving, made it as laughter. The datahawk was chuckling.