Chapter Four
“A name, Behn.” Erick placed his laser g*n on the desk between them in a not-so-subtle hint. He’d told Behn he’d return in three planet rotations for his carriers, but he wasn’t surprised to find they hadn’t magically appeared.
The broker blinked his eyes rapidly, chin trembling. “I-I don’t know. The manufacturer said they were stolen, but he’s making you new ones. They’ll be ready in five moon cycles.”
Erick gave a short shake of his head. “I need them now. Who stole them?”
Behn mopped his brow with a square of spider silk. “I have no—”
He lunged across the table, pressing the butt of the laser g*n against Behn’s forehead. “Give me. The name.”
“I-I heard it was Neo Lin, the collector. But I cannot verify such information.”
Erick pulled the g*n away from Behn’s head. If
