"Here, Chris."
"Here, Mr. Marlowe."
"Look, Chris—has Holliday left Earth yet?"
"Yes, sir. Yes, Dave."
"Where is he?"
"Luna, en route to Karlshaven. He was lucky enough to have me arrange for his accidentally getting a ride on a GenSurv ship that happened to be going out that way, if you follow me." Mead grinned.
"Get him back."
The smile blanked out. "I can't do that, Mr. Marlowe! He'd never be able to take it. You should have seen him when I put him on the shuttle. We doped him up with EasyRest, and even then his subconscious could feel the bulkheads around him, even in his sleep. Those shuttles are small, and they don't have ports."
"We can't help that. We need him, and I've got to talk to him first. Personally."
Mead bit his lip. "Yes, sir."