A LAWYER GREETED ME at the gates. “Hello, Detective Guthwolf? Alistair Guthwolf?”
He was a short stout little guy, with a stern demeanor. Thin blond hair and pink scalp gleamed in the yellow light of Earth. I have been to several planets in my line of work and they are all very similar . . . but the light of each is always startling at first. Earth at noonday was no less startling than Siendra or Pallantine. The air was clear and crisp with a cool refreshing breeze. It was spring; a wonderful time to visit any planet as far as I am concerned. Jaritzia and I had always planned our vacations based on spring . . . ah, why must her memory creep up on me like this?
I replied, “Yes, that’s me. You must represent Edwin, my brother?”
“Yes, yes, quite right my good man. Please, I have arranged a
