Twenty-four plus two. Twenty-six.
He sat bolt upright, straining at his straps. He snapped down the communicator button.
"Robwood, come back up here!" he bellowed.
Unbuckling himself hastily, Lefler headed across the room toward the heat-gun rack.
Taat was playing solitaire, waiting patiently for Robwood, when Lefler and Robwood came down to the centerdeck together.
Lefler pointed a heat-gun at Taat.
"Go below and get the irons, Robwood," he said. "Taat, I'm sorry, but I'm arresting you for the murder of Makki."
Taat raised an eyebrow and continued shuffling cards.
"I don't think you want to do anything like that, Robwood," he said mildly. "Do you?"