"What's happening?" she said fearfully.
"I don't know," said Lundgard. "Bo's gone crazy—attacked me—"
Wrath boiled black in the pilot. He snarled, "You killed my partner. You must'a been fixing to kill us too."
"What do you mean?" whispered Valeria.
"How should I know?" said Lundgard. "He's jumped his orbit, that's all. Look, Bo, be reasonable. Get away from that panel—"
"Look in his suitcase, Valeria." Bo forced the words out of a tautened throat. "A Venusian shot my partner. You'll find his face and his clothes in Lundgard's things. I'd know that face in the middle of the sun."
She hung for a long while, not moving. Bo couldn't see her. His eyes were nailed to the asteroid, keeping the ship's nose pointed at it.
"Is that true, Einar?" she asked finally.
"No," he said. "Of course not. I do have Venusian clothes and a mask, but—"
"Then why are you keeping me covered too?"