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where the Art does not exist but my people do. It is hard to tell from the
tape."
"Work on that angle," Prang told him. "All of your people are to be on this
exclusively. I want to know who these people were, where they came from, the
lot."
"That goes without saying," the Master responded. "The honor of our Order and
Art demands it."
It wasn't enough for Sam. "Now we have to find out why as well as who. This is
more than Bond. I feel certain that they'll contact me. They wanted me, that's
clear from the tape. They couldn't get me so they took Dash as a hold on me and
left Brandy as an example. I'd like to work on that angle."
"Do you wish us to move Brandy to a Company facility for care?" the CEO asked
him.
"No. Not unless it's necessary. If you can get some nurses and the right
equipment in here so that someone will be with her, feed her, wash her, all
that, and help her get back on her feet when it starts wearing off, I think it'd
be better if she stayed here. She can't tell us right now, but I think she'd go
nuts with me off all over the place and Dash missing and her in some hospital
worlds away."
"I'll see to it," Prang told him. "As for now, I've already violated three dozen
regulations by being here at all and I must get back before I am thrown out
because of it. We'll work on all levels-finding the ones who broke in here,
using our considerable resources here to find Dash, and also locating and
scouting the world from which the dead ones came. I'll make certain you are
fully informed."
Sam nodded. "We'll need a good crew out here and fast, too. I want to know why
the security system on the substation failed to block unauthorized access and
why it didn't flag security up here. Until we hear something about Dash, that's
all I can do."
Aldrath Prang paused and looked at him a bit strangely. "You know, for a man
whose only child is kidnapped and in the hands of who knows what villainy, you
are remarkably calm and composed. I had expected to have to keep you from
tearing after them with weapons blazing."
The detective shrugged. "Tearing after who? After all this time, Aldrath, I'm a
pro. I have to be. Amateurs get their clients killed, their quarries killed, and
themselves killed as well. You're right -if I had anybody, particularly that
whispery voiced bastard, in my hands right now I would be slowly and cheerfully
choking him to death, but I don't. If I knew who had Dash, I'd go after them-but
I don't. I have no control over these things. The best way to handle this now is
to control whatever I can and do whatever I can coldly, as if this was just
another case for some other client. Frankly, this whole thing stinks to high
heaven. Until I get their game figured out, I'm going to play my game."
Prang clapped him on the shoulder. "Take care, my friend. These are very dark
forces that come and go through our system and which mock our 'foolproof'
security efforts. We have a new enemy, and we do not know his face."
Sam scratched his chin and sighed. "Or an old one. This whole new career of mine
has involved peeling an onion. Every time you remove a layer, you find another,
smellier one beneath."
Sam Horowitz waited until the big shots were gone and the new medical staff had
checked in to see to Brandy. Only then did he go into his study, which they