Cryoburn - Lois McMaster Bujold [37]
"Shouldn't you rest, my lord?" said Vorlynkin.
Miles choked back an impulse to scream, Don't argue with me! which was a pretty good indicator that, yes, he damn well should rest, but there were a few key things that he had to know, first. "Later," he said, then conceded, "Soon."
After a moment, he added reluctantly, "You'd better let the Northbridge police know I escaped, was lost in the Cryocombs, and came back to the consulate on my own-I don't want them to waste their resources hunting me. You can tell them I'm uninjured but extremely fatigued, and am resting here. They can send someone to take a statement from me tomorrow, if they need one. Don't mention Jin unless they ask. If anyone else inquires after me . . . check with me."
This won another hard stare from Vorlynkin, but he only nodded.
Johannes led Miles upstairs to the sleeping quarters-it appeared that the two Barrayaran bachelors saved on rent by living on the premises-and the consulate personnel scored about a million points with Miles by providing his very own clothes and gear, retrieved along with Roic's from their hotel room after the kidnappings. Johannes eyed the Auditor's own secured communications equipment-ImpSec's best-with due respect, when handing it over. The personal belongings the kidnappers had stripped from Miles were still in the hands of the police, found discarded in a downtown alley and retained as evidence, except for his Auditor's seal, which Vorlynkin had managed to pry back from them with, Miles gathered, some vigorous diplomatic persuasion.
Half an hour later-washed, shaved, and dressed in clean clothes-Miles had Johannes lead him down to the consulate's basement communications tight-room, such as it was, and settle him before a secured comconsole. Miles stretched his back and spread his fingers, then entered his first search term: Lisa Sato.
"Who's that?" asked Johannes, looming over his shoulder.
"Jin Sato's mother."
"Is she important?"
"Someone thought so, Lieutenant. Someone definitely thought so." As the vid plate flickered, Miles bent to the data stream.
Chapter Six
A brief conversation with m'lord over the comconsole at Northbridge police headquarters, once the rescued delegates arrived there, relieved Roic of his worst nightmare, that of losing the little gi-m'lord. New curiosities thronged to take its place. Why was m'lord insisting that Roic bring Dr. Durona along?
"Actually, I'd planned to return to the conference hotel and collect my luggage," Raven interpolated, leaning into the vid pick-up.
"See me first," m'lord replied.
"I'll miss my jumpship."
"There's one every day. In fact, don't reschedule your berth yet."
Raven's black brows flicked up. "My time is money."
"I'll keep that in mind."
Raven shrugged amiably at m'lord's very dry tone, and followed Roic, both scuffing along in the paper slippers their hosts had provided while waiting for their stolen shoes to surface.
It was midafternoon when the police at last dropped Roic and his bemused companion off at the consulate. The four-square house seemed unduly modest, in Roic's view, though he supposed that upholding the dignity of the Imperium at this distance was costly enough. It did look as though it might provide a shower and a place to nap, Roic's two biggest remaining wants since the police had provided the freed captives with a meal, or at least as many ration bars as anyone would want to eat. High in protein and vitamins, tasting like chocolate-coated putty with kitty litter-some horrors were universal, it seemed.
Roic stifled his wish for a wash-up and had Lieutenant Johannes guide them directly to m'lord, already ensconced like an invasive spider in the consulate's communications tight-room. In most planetary embassies that Roic had visited in m'lord's wake, the tight-room seemed the secret nerve center of the embassy's affairs, hushed