CARIAD WATCHED FOUR more holos of Frederick Aparicio before Strongquist said that was all they had on him.
Cariad couldn’t tell him any more at that time but said she would let the Guardian know as soon as she remembered anything. “Can I take the recordings with me to watch them again?”
“Yes, of course,” Strongquist said. “I had them converted to play on Nova Fortuna’s drives.” He took a vidring out of his pocket and handed it over. Cariad took it, wondering why, if she could have watched the holos on Nova Fortuna, the Guardian had brought her there.
“Would you like a tour of the ship before you go?” Strongquist asked.
“I’d love it.”
He took her to the bridge first. It was surprisingly similar to Nova Fortuna’s. Much less instrumentation adorned the consoles, however. The Guardians pr
