"I've got to see some of the old film," Tom said.
"Now? It's three in the morning."
"I don't need the film itself, just project it for me. There's a reader here."
He gave the man the dates he wanted, Mars time. The man broke the contact, grumbling, but moments later one of the film-viewers sprang to life. The Map coordinates showed at the bottom of the screen.
Tom stared at the filmed image ... the image of a segment of the Asteroid Belt the day before Roger Hunter had died.
It was there. When he had looked at the Map, he had seen a single red pinpoint of light, Roger Hunter's asteroid, with nothing in the heavens anywhere near it.
But on the film image taken weeks before there were two points of light. One was red, with Roger Hunter's claim number beneath it. The other was white, so close to the first that even at full magnification it was barely distinguishable.
But it was there.
Tom's hands were trembling with excitement; he nearly dropped the phone receiver as he punched the buttons to ring the apartment. Greg's face appeared on the screen, puffy with sleep. "What's that? Thought you were in bed...."
"You've got to get down here," Tom said.