Mouley Hassan rubbed a hand through his hair. “It'd be hard, all right. They've got the people under rein here such as you've never seen before. Or they did until this blew up.”
Ronny sketched the situation to Tog, winding up with, “The only thing that makes sense is that it's a Tommy Paine job. The local citizens would never have been able to get their hands on such a bomb, or been able to have made the arrangements for its delivery. They're under too much surveillance.”
Tog said thoughtfully, “but how did he escape all this surveillance?”
“Don't you understand? He's working here, in this building, as an employee of UP. There is no other alternative.”
They stared at him.
“I think perhaps you're right,” Tog said finally.
Ronny turned to Mouley Hassan. “Can you get a list of all UP employees?”
“Of course.” He flicked his order box, barked a command into it.
Ronny said, “It's going to be a matter of eliminating the impossible. For instance, what is the earliest known case of Tommy Paine's activity?”
Tog thought back. “So far as we know definitely, about twenty-two years ago.”