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WHILE I WAITED for everyone to turn up, I opened the first document Amarru had sent. It detailed the man’s personal information. His name was Robert Davidson and his occupation was listed as Chief Executive of Execo Ltd., which turned out to be an engineering company that designed and adapted specialised mining equipment. He came from Cape Town. Ah, that accounted for his wife’s strange accent. Did that mean she had travelled to Athens especially to see if she could find out why her husband had not contacted her? Likely, but that would be an expensive trip on the suborbital.
I also watched the rest of the recording at double speed, which made people’s voices go funny, but it didn’t provide me with that much more useful information. The Coldi man—some sort of legal representative like N
