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don’t know why Mama doesn’t know him, and that worries me, Bird, it seriously does!”
    It made sense. Everything Ben was saying made sense. The other suit was gone.
    They had searched the lockers and the spinners. There were no hiding places left.
    But nothing about this affair was making sense.
    “Hear me?” Ben asked.
    “All right, all right,” Bird said, “just go get your shower and let’s get our numbers comped. We have to call in. Have to. Regulations. We got to do this all by the book.”
    “Don’t you feel sorry for him. You hear me, Bird? Don’t you even think about going back into that ship.”
    “I won’t. I don’t. It’s all right.”
    Ben looked at him distressedly, then rolled and kicked off for the shower.
    Bird floated down to the galley beside it, opened the fridge and got a packet of Citrisal, lime, lemon, what the hell, it was all ghastly awful, but it had the trace elements and salts and simple sugars.
    It was the best he knew to do for the man. He drifted over to Dekker, extracted the tube and held it to Dekker’s lips.
    “Come on. Drink up. It’s the green stuff.”
    Dekker took a sip, made a face, ducked his head aside.
    “Come on. Another.”
    Dekker shook his head.
    Couldn’t blame him for that, Bird thought. And you damn sure didn’t want anybody sick at his stomach in null-g. He tested whether the cord and the tape were too tight, decided Dekker was all right for a while. “Well let you loose when your head clears. You’re all right. Hear me? We’re going to get you back to Base. Get you to the meds. Hear me?”
    Dekker nodded slightly, eyes shut.
    Exhausted, Bird decided. He gave the man a gentle pat on the shoulder and said,
    “Get some sleep. Ship’s stable now.”
    Dekker muttered something. Agreement, Bird thought. He hoped so. He was shaky, exhausted, and he wished they were a hell of a lot closer to Base than they were.
    The guy needed a hospital in the worst way. And that was a month away at least.
    Bad trip. And there was the investment of time and money this run was going to cost them. Half a year’s income, counting mandatory layouts.
    Maybe Ben was right and they did have a legal claim on this wreck—Ben was a college boy, Ben knew the ins and outs of company law and all the loopholes—and maybe legally those were the rules, but Bird didn’t like thinking that way and he didn’t like the situation this run had put them in. If it was a company ship they had in tow and if it was the company itself they were going to be collecting their bills from—that was one thing; but the rig with its cheap equipment wasn’t spiff enough for a company ship. That meant it was a freerunner, and that meant it was some poor sod’s whole life, Dekker’s or somebody’s. Get their expenses back, yes, much as they could, but not rob some poor guy of everything he owned. That wasn’t something Bird wanted to think about.
    But Ben could. And Ben scared him of a sudden. You worked with a guy two years in a little can like this and eventually you did think you knew him reasonably well, but God knew and experience had proved it more than once—it was lonely out here, it was a long way from civilization, and you could never realize what all a guy’s kinks were until something pushed the significant button.

CHAPTER 2
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    THE old man went away. Dekker heard him or his partner moving about. He heard the shower going, over the fan and the pump noises in the pipes beside his head. The ship was stable. That was a feeling he had thought he would never have again. He had dimmed the lights, cut off everything he could and nursed it as far as he could til the ’cyclers went and the water fouled.
    And here he was free of the stimsuit, light as a breeze and vulnerable to the chill and the lack of g . He was off his head, he knew that: he scared the people who had rescued him, he knew that too, and he tried not to do it, but they scared him. They talked about owning his ship. They