"I've been on the job. I haven't much, but there are a few items you might mull over."
"Shoot."
"One. Your deceased thief was an ex-convict, escaped from the penal colony on Antarctica."
"This I've heard."
"Then I suppose you know that the guy was cashiered from the Neoterra run for smuggling."
"Huh?" blurted Paul.
"An ex-pilot, tossed out on his right ear for conduct hardly becoming a safecracker and a thief, let alone an officer and a gentleman."
"That I didn't know. How long ago?"
"Five years, almost."
It was not quite the ten that Nora had claimed.