"What the devil are you doing here on Venus and here in this place?"
"Growing." The blue eyes were unafraid.
Sombrely, Johnson regarded her. What was she doing here? Was she in the employ of the Venusians? If she was being planted on him, then his purpose here was suspected. He shrugged the thought aside. If his purpose here was suspected, there would be no point in planting a woman on him.
There would only be the minor matter of slipping a knife into his back.
In this city, as on all of Venus, humans died easily. No one questioned the motives of the killer.
"You look as if you were considering some very grave matter," Vee Vee said.
"Not any longer," he laughed.
"You have decided them?"
"Yes."