“About you, sir. When we came in here, you were, uh, well ... almost beaten. Now you’re right back in the game again.”
Leoh glanced at the Star Watchman. “In your own odd way, Hector, you’re quite a boy ... I think.”
XII
Their groundcar glided from the parking building to the restaurant’s entrance ramp, at the radio call of the doorman. Within minutes, Hector and Leoh were cruising through the city, in the deepening shadows of night.
“There’s only one man,” Leoh said, “who has faced Odal and lived through it.”
“Dulaq,” Hector agreed. “But ... for all the information the medical people have been able to get from him, he might as well be, uh, dead.”
“He’s still completely withdrawn?”
Hector nodded. “The medicos think that ... well, maybe in a few months, with drugs and psychotherapy and all that ... they might be able to bring him back.”
“It won’t be soon enough. We’ve only got four days.”
“I know.”