The gun in his possession, he asked, "Who's watching the Nova?"
"As if you didn't know!"
Gavin considered this, examining the dart-gun at the same time. It was a tiny thing, curved to fit the roundness of a leg. Beautiful as a jewel.
"Oddly enough," he returned dryly, "I don't know."
She glared at him through the semi-gloom without replying. The buildings flowed past the windows, the green glow of lichens and moss illuminating the street with about the same intensity as a full moon's light on Terra.
Gavin made his voice cold as he leaned toward the girl. "Do you want me to loosen your tongue for you? Who's watching the Nova?"
Nadia gasped, her hand at her throat. "You know as well as I do. X's men!"
"Who's X?"
"Who's X? You ask that? You went to see him this afternoon. You even made an appointment with him later."
Gavin recalled the words he had spoken for the benefit of X's men as he left the bar—"I'll see you later, then." Captain Cabot was not without his own spy system after all. His estimation of Cabot went up a notch.