Alex hadn’t wanted to mention such a delicate matter, but he’d been definitely feeling the pressure himself. “Right,” he smiled, even though she couldn’t see the expression in the dark. “Then we use our wristpaks to call for help.”
“Good luck. The Temps is a notorious dead zone.”
“Then we’ll get to a callbox and try to reach my father so we can tell him what happened. I’m sure he’ll be glad to know where the Vanakh is.”
“No,” Kasinda insisted. “I don’t think that’s smart.”
“Why not? My dad’s got a whole force of people specially trained to handle situations like this—”
“This is the Temps, remember? If the police make a single move here, it’s known instantly throughout the colony. Those kidnappers mean business. They nabbed Kherris to avenge what was done to their planet; the ransom de
