"Kristine Kathryn Rusch - The Room of Lost Souls" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rusch Kristine Kathryn)

Slowly I realize that I could spend the rest of my life reading about the
Colonnade Wars and not get to all the details.
 But those details didn’t concern me. All that concerned me was
Commander Trekov.

And he was there but not there. Mentioned but not quoted. Observed
but not really seen.

So I look up Trekov himself—when he was born, where he went to
school, where he got his training. I look for family information—both on his
family of origin and on the family he left behind.

I find Riya Trekov. She’s significantly younger than I thought—born to
Trekov’s childless fifth wife nearly six decades after his disappearance.
The other children want nothing to do with Riya —they believe her to be
illegitimate, even though her DNA, her provenance (so to speak), is
probably surer than theirs.

She has an easily accessible history—with degrees in accounting and
business, a long career in high finance, and a personal wealth that’s almost
legendary. She accumulated those funds on her own, and is known around
the sector as one of the most intuitive investors around.

Now she’s invested in me—the first whim I could find in her entire
history—and I wonder if this investment will pay off.

It’s certainly turning into a research nightmare on my end.

Because the back-story on Ewing Trekov is confusing. His origins
seem lost in time. His education is classified, as is most of his military
experience. His battles are well documented, but that’s about all of his life
that’s well documented

In the official histories, Trekov’s personal history is deliberately
vague. Which makes me wonder what’s hidden there, and why no one is
supposed to know.

For a while, I pace around the main level, trying to figure out how to
discover the man and not the myth. And then I realize I’m researching him
wrong.

I need to approach him as if he were a ship, a wreck I’m trying to
discover.

I need to go backward—from the last known sighting—and then I
need to dig in the unofficial records, the half-hidden reports, and the
highlights of his personal past.

Within forty-eight hours, my ship is stocked, my meager belongings
on board, and I am heading to a little-known military outpost at what once