"No," she said. "Not difficult at all."
"Good." He went to the interphone. He dialed, spoke, "You may come up now."
"What are you doing?" her face paled.
He turned to her, smiling. "Lazar was wondering how Sanderson and McLean escaped. You were on the master list of suspects. I was waiting for you to confess."
Lynn stiffened. "It—it was a trick."
"That's right, Brickel. Too bad. You're too pretty to die."
"That—that was a message to Lazar."
"Yes. He'll be here shortly."
Lynn slipped her hand in the pocket of her tunic, brought out a small blaster.
"Don't be a fool," Horn said. "Maybe you'll be spared. Why take your life? Just tell all you know?"