"I just said so, didn't I? Don't they teach you vacuum cops to listen?"
I gave him the background.
He nodded soberly a couple of times, but his only comment was: "I heard rumors." Then he said: "That's all I've got time for now. We make our first jump shortly. That'll take us to where 231 went on GSM. From there on out, we follow her plan precisely."
"Until we locate and grapple, Tony, then we start making our own mistakes."
"I don't doubt that."
Moya moved to leave, paused, said over his shoulder: "What's this about old Ben Stuart being cashiered for misconduct?"
"It's true."
His back stiffened and his hands clenched. He turned to face me again. "I went through the Academy with Ben. How about doing me a favor? For old times sake. Tell me who it was that put the finger on him. Just give me a name. I might spot it sometime on a register."
I figured there was no sense prolonging the agony.
"O.K. Ivor Vincent Callum."