He leaned back against the wall and saw things in a sort of horrid slow motion. Under any normal circumstance, no jury in the solar system would have listened to an attempt to prosecute her. Under any normal circumstance, Farradyne could bury Cahill at space and report the incident at the first landing. But Farradyne couldn't stand too much investigation. And Norma Hannon was a love-lotus addict—a 'blank,' in Cahill's words.
"Now what?" asked Farradyne bitterly.
"He—" Her eyes opened wide again as she relived the scene and relished the violence.
"Have your fun," Farradyne growled. "What did you do? Let him get all the way in before you plugged him? No warning at all?"
"I hoped it was you," she said. "I wouldn't have killed you." Her voice was calm; she might have been saying 'kiss' instead of 'kill'. "Him I did not like."
"And you like me?"
"You I save to hate tomorrow," she said matter-of-factly.
"Why didn't you save him?"
"What was he to you?"
"He was my source."