Dragonback 05 Dragon and Judge

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Author: Timothy Zahn
died . . ."
    He looked sharply at Draycos as some of the pieces fell together.
"Why that rotten—" he bit out, a sudden anger flooding through him. "He knew these Golvins were looking for me. That 's why he
never let me off the ship whenever we were on Semaline."
    "That does now seem likely," Draycos agreed.
    "Likely, my left foot," Jack growled. "It's a dead cert. Geez.
First Neverlin, and now these Golvins. Is there anyone out
there who doesn't want a piece of me?"
    Draycos flicked his tail. "You're a very popular person."
    Jack glared at him. "This isn't funny, buddy."
    Draycos ducked his head. "My apologies," he said. "I was trying to
lighten the mood."
    Jack sighed. "I know," he said, reaching over to scratch Draycos
behind his ear. "I'm sorry. I'm just . . . I thought I'd buried all these
memories a long time ago."
    "Memories are not a bad thing," Draycos reminded him. "They anchor
us to the past—"
    "And give us a sense of the present, and point the way to the
future," Jack finished for him. "Yes, I remember the spiel you gave Noy
back in the Chookoock slave quarters."
    "It was not a spiel," Draycos said stiffly. "The boy was
ill, and I was trying to comfort him."
    "I know," Jack said, his mind drifting back to that terrible time.
At least these Golvins didn't seem to want him as a slave. "I wonder
how he's doing."
    "I'm sure he's fine," Draycos said. "He and the others had
Maerlynn to look after them. Perhaps Fleck, too."
    "Maybe." Jack took a deep breath. "Well, no point putting this off
any longer. Climb aboard, buddy. Let's go see what the One Among Many
wants with me."

CHAPTER 4

    In those first crucial seconds as the man's hand closed on her
wrist, Alison tried her best to break free. But the man was a good
eight inches taller and a lot of pounds heavier than she was.
He also knew all the same tricks she did, and he clearly wasn't in any
mood to be trifled with. A moment later, despite her best efforts, she
found herself being hauled bodily down the street.
    "Who are you?" she demanded, hearing her voice crack with strain.
"Let me go. Let me go ."
    The man ignored her. Alison thought about her Corvine, tucked away
out of sight beneath her jacket. But she was pretty sure he would be
ready for something like that, too. Clenching her teeth, trying to keep
from getting dragged off her feet, she left the gun where it was.
    It was probably just as well that she did. As the man pulled her
into a cafe with a closed sign on the door, a second hard-faced man
slipped out of concealment in one of the nearby doorways and followed
them in.
    The inside of the cafe was deserted. "What in Gringold's mother is
going on?" Alison demanded as her captor dragged her to one of the back
tables where they'd be less visible to the people passing by on the
street. "Are you cops?"
    "Got a news flash for you, buddy," the second man said as he
frowned at Alison. He looked a lot like the first, except that instead
of a bushy mustache he had wide muttonchop sideburns. "This is
definitely not Virgil Morgan."
    "No kidding," Mustache growled. He plucked the comm clip from her
collar and slid the bag off her shoulder. Almost as an afterthought, he
reached under her jacket and took the Corvine from its holster. Putting
his palm against her chest, he shoved her backward into one of the
chairs. "Morgan played it cute and sent in a stooge to pick up his
goods."
    "I don't know what you're talking about," Alison insisted. "That's my bag and my stuff."
    "Where is he?" Mustache asked, sitting down in the chair facing
her. Checking to make sure the comm clip was still off, he set it and
the bag onto the table in front of him. The Corvine he tucked away
inside his own jacket.
    Alison had had plenty of time to get her puzzled look ready.
"Where is who?" she countered. "I don't know any Morgans."
    "Of course you don't," Mustache said. "You just happened to find a
lockbox key lying there on the street."
    "No, I went in and opened my own lockbox," Alison
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