"Accidental."
"Sure," I said. "What proof have we got?"
"None. The body is lost in space. And law is few and far between that far out."
"So all we've got is this guy Karpin's word for how McCann died, is that it?"
"That's all we have. So far."
"Sure. And now you want me to go on out there and find out what's cooking, and see if I can maybe save the company ten thousand credits."
"Exactly," said Henderson.
The copter took me to the spaceport west of Cairo, and there I boarded the good ship Demeter for Luna City and points Out. I loaded up on g-sickness pills and they worked fine. I was sick as a dog.
By the time we got to Atronics City, my insides had grown resigned to their fate. As long as I didn't try to eat, my stomach would leave me alone.