by Mel Odom
She looked at him with knowing eyes. “You knew her.” Skater nodded.
“What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.” he said honestly. “I was hoping talking to you might give me some ideas.”
“My husband didn’t know about the mother getting killed either.” Ariadne said. “He could never have kept something like that from me.”
Skater leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees, making everything more conspiratorial now. Ariadne Silverstaff was going to be looking for a way out, and if his plan was going to work, she had to buy into the one he was going to offer. “I believe you, but I want Conrad McKenzie to pay for what he’s done.” he stated.
“He’s a very powerful man,” she said, “that’s why Tavis went to him in the first place. We needed help getting NuGene into Seattle, and it looked like nothing could be done in this city without some kind of help from people like McKenzie. We knew that for a price McKenzie’s influence could help protect NuGene’s interests once we were established here. My husband linked up with him about a year ago.”
Skater gave a short, bitter laugh. “The corps and the criminals may keep their books differently, but seems like they often have the same interests. And always with an eye on the same bottom line.”
A look of desperation entered Ariadne’s eyes. “NuGene has been in serious trouble ever since Seattle replaced Portland as the main port for goods going in and out of the Tir. Tavis’s father had worked so hard to build NuGene into something, but then the Council of Princes took it all away from him. He’d sunk a lot of money into a new product, and suddenly got the market pulled out from under him. And he wasn’t the only one. Hundreds went bankrupt. Portland was a boom town in those days, but that changed almost overnight. NuGene was among those who got hit hardest. It’s taken years, but it looked like we’d finally found a way out.” Skater listened to the emotion behind the words, sensing that he was getting the truth.
“By the time Torin died, some very promising research had already begun on a promising new organic replacement tissue. The research continued after his death, though the financial strain was tremendous. Last year we were finally ready to go into production, but access to the market was virtually blocked. Tavis’s only chance to save NuGene and his family was to get as many Portland backers as he could, promising to set up a branch of NuGene in Seattle. Tavis himself underwent a transplant treatment on his injured knee, using our new tissue. It worked wonderfully, but he was waiting until his position in Seattle was established before announcing it. Things seemed to be going fine until the raid on the Sapphire Seahawk. Tavis had no choice but to go public with the stock in hopes of making enough profit that he could buy it all back at a later date, or at least maintain a controlling interest. We had to go into production immediately before someone else beat us to it. But the cost overruns on moving so fast have been incredible.”
“The company is vulnerable.” Archangel said.
With the amount of stock that had surfaced in the various exchanges, Skater figured it would be two or three years before NuGene made it back into the black. Assuming the company survived.
“Yes.” Ariadne admitted. “When the media picked up the rumor that someone had stolen the secret of NuGene’s important new discovery, the stocks plummeted. We had to stop releasing it because we couldn’t afford to cover the paper once people started to panic and sell. We’d never be able to buy it all back.”
“Your husband told you copies of the files were stolen?” Duran asked.
"Yes. He tells me everything. That’s why I’m so sure he didn’t know anything about the baby’s mother being murdered.”
Skater stood up, pacing, working it through. Synclair Tone was in another room, kept drugged and cuffed. Now that they also had Ariadne, there were two people who could tie Larisa’s murder to McKenzie.
“McKenzie knows you’re a human passing as an elf?” Skater asked.
Ariadne stiffened, and then started to tremble. “Yes.” she said in a faltering voice, the tears welling up. “We told him I was sterile and that was why we were looking for a surrogate mother. We never intended for him to know, but he’s a clever man, cleverer than we thought. He found out somehow.”
“Did he threaten you with what he’d found out?”
“No.” Tears streamed down Ariadne’s face. “But with me being human, we couldn’t take the chance of conceiving a child of our own. The chances are fifty-fifty that it would have been born human, and then everyone would know Tavis had married outside the elves.”
“And that would destroy him in the Tir.” Archangel said.
Ariadne nodded. “Elves aren’t the most tolerant of races.” She wiped at her eyes. “After I had the cosmetic surgeries, I emigrated into the elflands hoping to find a better life. I found it wasn’t that much different really. There were castles and princes, but none of them were mine. But I did find Tavis. and we love each other so. When he asked me to marry him, I told him the truth, but it didn’t make any difference to him.”
"But it does now.” Duran said.
“Not to Tavis.” Ariadne answered. “But we married when he thought his father was going to see NuGene through the hard times. With his death, all that responsibility fell to Tavis. I don’t know how much longer either of us can handle the pressure.”
“You had no problem taking the baby.” Skater looked at her, wanting a full read on her answer.
“We were told the mother needed the money and had no interest in keeping the child. We knew we could give the baby a lot of love and a good home.”
Skater crossed the room to Archangel and her deck. “McKenzie might not be blackmailing your husband outright, but he sure as drek is running him up the river. We stole the files from the freighter, but they were already trashed.”
“Then how did they show up in Seattle?” Ariadne’s brow furrowed. “Those are the same files we downloaded into our mainframes at ReGEN.”
“My guess is that McKenzie had someone working for him aboard the freighter.” Skater said. “He had them load the corrupted files into the ship’s system, while the actual files came across on another ship. One that McKenzie controlled. The switch was made sometime before the download could be processed.”
“You’re talking about a conspiracy within NuGene.”
“At the very least.” Skater agreed. “What you don’t know is that the tip I got on the freighter came from the baby’s mother before she was killed. She heard a man named Synclair Tone talking about it—a man also on McKenzie’s payroll—but it was all a setup. They intended for her to hear. They also tipped the yakuza that night, probably through a third party, so that everything that happened on the Sapphire Seahawk would be even more confusing. Covering up McKenzie all nice and pretty.”
“But why would he do that?” Ariadne asked.
Skater pointed to the display as Archangel booted up the Files she had waiting. “These are the figures for the ReGEN stock as they went on sale.” He tapped the columns. “On the surface, it looks as though a lot of buyers are picking up the stock.”
Ariadne glanced at the spinning digital numbers, her rapt attention showing she knew enough of the inner workings of NuGene’s finances to understand what she was seeing. “The stocks were selling much more quickly than we’d imagined. Until the media coverage broke.”
“Now we begin to break it down.” Skater said. “We set up a controlled buy on the stocks, knowing that once NuGene brought the new tech to the market, it would probably go through the roof.”
On the screen, a portion of the stocks slid in one direction, then renamed themselves Wayfarer, the gathering place for ail stocks purchased through Lofwyr’s Ocean Tiller Exports in Seattle. The corporation specialized in exotic trans-Pacific shipping and overseas investments in textile and food futures.
“Ultimately, these stocks became ours, under different holding names and fronts.” Skater said.
Ariadne shook her head slowly as she watc
hed the screen. “But how?”
“We brought in a backer.” Skater said. “Someone with really deep pockets and an interest already developed in NuGene.”
“Who?” Ariadne’s tone became defensive and demanding.
“I’m not at liberty to say.” Skater pointed to the display. “As you can see, we’re currently holding about nineteen percent of ReGEN, even after the stock shut-down. Our representatives are still buying outstanding shares. But we’ve definitely got competition.”
The screen shimmered again. The name McKenzie formed, then shares started flocking toward it like lemmings going over a cliff.
“McKenzie has been buying ReGEN stock since day one.” Skater said as the screen continued to show stock certificates flowing into McKenzie’s name. “As of the last hour, he controls thirty-nine percent of ReGEN. And he’s gotten it cheap.”
“I recognize some of those buyers’ names.” Ariadne said. “But I don’t understand.”
Skater turned to face her. “NuGene had to put this deal together. The company’s survival depended on it. McKenzie cut himself in for a piece by agreeing to help set it up. but he got greedy. He staged the raid on the biotech files so your husband would have to rush into production to protect the research.”
“He could have sold it to someone else if he had it.” Ariadne said.
“Again,” Skater replied, “McKenzie got greedy. He’s been making noises about retiring. But in order to do that now, he’d have to forego a considerable amount of his cash flow. NuGene provided him an opportunity to get around that—as long as he could buy up enough of the stock and use it to help him launder other little nest eggs he’s socked away. If he sold the files to someone else, all he’d get would be a one-time fee, and having two corps out marketing the same product would lessen the price cap. Competition kills the profit margin.”
“So he leaked the story to the trid?” Ariadne asked.
“We did.” Skater said. “To get a jump on the competition.”
Ariadne slumped back in her chair. “Tavis doesn’t know any of this.”
“He’s suckling a serpent to his breast.” Trey said. He handed her a glass of water.
“What are you going to do?” she asked Skater, looking up at him.
“We’re going to defang the serpent,” Skater said, “then cut off its head.”
34
“Do you realize the kind of risk you’re asking Lofwyr to take?”
Skater looked at Elschen’s dark image on the telecom screen. The sasquatch leaned forward, her fangs visible at the corners of her mouth. He suddenly remembered the dragon ’s taloned claw snapping shut in front of his face. “Yes, but there’s no other way to handle this.” He was in the living room of the suite, pacing, working off the nervous energy.
“If it were up to me,” the sasquatch said, “you’d be dead just for daring to ask him to do this.”
Skater didn’t say anything, not wanting to antagonize her further.
“He’ll do it, though, because he concedes there’s some worth in the venture. But if you’re wrong, human, I’ll take care of you myself. And death won’t be merciful.” Elschen’s image dissolved with a quick disconnect.
“Well,” Trey said from the other side of the room, “that apparently went well.”
Skater let out a tense breath. He couldn’t wait to return to some semblance of his life before the raid on the Sapphire Seahawk. He clicked on the trid, which was set to NewsNet’s financial reporting channel.
“Did he go for it?” Wheeler asked, looking up from a steering dog-brain he was working on.
“Yeah.” Skater studied the stock quotes running across the bottom of the screen.
“I can freeze it on ReGEN’s stock prices.” Archangel offered.
Skater nodded.
She worked with the remote control and locked in the information about ReGEN.
The price was holding steady at 113 nuyen a share, with trading primarily sporadic. McKenzie’s buyers, the ones Ariadne had identified, were quietly snatching up every stock they could. There’d been a report that even with the deflated interest in the stock, more certificates might be placed on sale before the close of day. Skater intended to make it happen.
Five minutes passed in silence as they waited to see what would happen. Then ten. At twelve minutes, the stock prices and the number of units moving started to go up. Four minutes more and units were moving across the board like they were jet-propelled, the going price jumping to 729 nuyen.
The financial channel broke for a special report, going on location to Wall Street. An excited female elf in a conservative black business suit talked over a dull roar of noise. Behind her, a cluster of people were standing and yelling in front of a huge video tote board that showed current stock prices as well as rotating advertisements from a battalion of corporations. “ReGEN, a little-known stock offered by NuGene out of their branch operation in Seattle, bottomed out yesterday after a small showing over the last few days. But now renewed activity has breathed life back into it. Saeder-Krupp announced only minutes ago that they’re interested in purchasing the stock at above-market prices.
Needless to say, fierce trading has begun.” She went on about Lofwyr’s economic prowess and a bit of the corporation’s history, and mentioned that the dragon’s activities rarely became public knowledge until long after he’d accomplished his aims. No one knew where the present tip on Lofwyr’s interest had come from, but it had been confirmed.
When Skater turned off the trid, ReGEN had climbed to 1,024 nuyen a share. It wouldn’t last for long, but it would be enough to make any future purchases by McKenzie extremely costly.
He glanced at Ariadne, who was sitting in a chair apart from the group. “It’s showtime.” he told her.
She nodded.
“Remember, let me do the talking. No signals, no words. You do anything to tip your husband off, and I figure out a new way to get McKenzie, and the two of you can go hang.”
“I understand.” the woman said.
“Ready?” Skater asked Archangel.
She sat next to her deck, ready to jack in. “Make your call. I’ll be along.”
Skater punched in the LTG number for Tavis Silverstaff’s private line, then moved over to the window and peered out. The anxiety he’d been feeling for the last few hours as they’d put everything into play was thrumming inside him. Seattle lay spread out before him, alluring in the daylight, gleaming and shiny for the most part. Only the shadows betrayed the rot and decay that infected it.
The screen flickered to life and Silverstaff himself answered the call. He looked tired and drawn.
Skater had deliberately left the return vid portion of the call off. “I have your wife.” he said, not wanting to waste words.
“I want to speak with her.”
Skater glanced at Archangel sitting slumped at her deck; she was obviously hard at work. Duran stood beside Ariadne with his arms crossed, a big pistol showing on his belt. The ork nodded.
Crossing the room, Skater punched on the vid display so that Ariadne Silverstaff was visible to her husband. “One question,” the elf said, “and that’s all. Or I terminate the transmission.”
Silverstaff’s voice was hoarse with worry, but he wasn’t about to walk into a trap. “On what day did you accept my proposal of marriage?”
Ariadne didn’t hesitate, but fresh tears filled her eyes. Her own voice cracked when she replied. “June. June tenth.”
Skater switched off the vid. “Convinced?”
“Yes. What do you want?”
“For starters, I want you to sell another seven thousand shares of ReGEN stock to Saeder-Krupp.” Skater said. “You’ll find the offer registered in your office by the time I end this call. It’s a fair price. You’re being offered the market price before the bottom dropped out yesterday.”
Silverstaff answered almost at once, even though he had to know that selling that much more stock was going to seriously cripple his chan
ces of maintaining control of the company. “Done. You’re working for the dragon, then?”
“Indirectly.” Skater said. “I’ve cut a deal with him. Mainly I’m working for myself.”
“You said this is the first thing.” Silverstaff reminded. “I’m not going to ask you to turn over that stock transfer contract until I can put your wife back in your hands.”
“When?" Silverstaff asked.
“Tonight.” Skater answered. “Midnight.” He stared across the intervening chasm of buildings and saw the monorail gliding by in a silvery streak four stories above the streets. “Where?”
“I’ll be in touch and let you know.” Skater punched off the power, then looked over at Archangel.
She stayed slumped for a few seconds more before coming back to the physical world. Reaching up, she plucked the jack from its slot in her temple. “He was being monitored.” she said.
“McKenzie?” Skater asked.
“I couldn’t be certain.” she answered. “I had to work to trace the bug. I figured if McKenzie did have a way of keeping tabs on everything that’s going on at ReGEN, he’d have a dump file. Some stepped-up smoke and mirrors utilities got me into the ReGEN system so I could locate the file, but I had to do some heavy-duty sleazing to track the source down. The number picking up the bug is an import business called the Hidalgo Republic Trading Company.”
Skater nodded. “Did they trace us?”
She shook her head. “No way. With all the relocate programs I had layered against your call, a decker would have taken hours to get through.”
“McKenzie or someone else may recognize my voice if audio was made of the call.” Skater said. “That would work in our favor, actually. But they still won’t know where we are.” He went over to the telecom again, punching in the number for one of Kestrel’s message dumps.
The fixer was back in touch in less than two minutes. “Hidalgo Republic Trading Company.” Skater said. “I need to know who owns it.”
“I’ll get back to you.” Kestrel promised, breaking the connection with a click.
