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get it. Some of the victims still entombed had been identified and they were goki and platinum names, students, sons and daughters of the well known and influential. She put on a thermal suit in the cubide erected outside the hall door, ordered the seal breached and stepped into the blue cold. A radio assayer hung from the track mounted in the apartment ceiling, having replaced the sniffer. Dustmice pushed through the cold stiff tendrils of once live carpet searching for skin flakes and other debris trapped in the carpets custom digestion. They had already found traces of all victims and Emanuel Goldsmith; there were traces barely thirty six hours old of four other visitors. Mary surveyed the solid spattered sadness of young bodies one by one saying her professional farewells. The names, in order of death: Augustin Rettig Neona White Betty-Ann Albigoni Ernly Jeeger Thomas Finch and three unidentified. Rettigs mother was general manager of North Comb One. Whites father owned Workers Inc the Pacific Rims biggest temp employment agency representing some twenty three million therapied and natural lobe sodsthe cream of the crop. Workers Inc had approached Mary in her pretransform youth. She had turned them down. West Rim pds worked through Human Expedition Ltd and even in her raw youth she had known where she was going. Betty-Ann Albigoni was the daughter of a publisherbooks the file said, more lit than vids; Goldsmiths major English language publisher. Thomas Finchs uncle was counsel to High Reach, general chandlers for suborbitals. Ernly Jeeger was Emanuel Goldsmiths godson a promising poet on his own also known for an eloi sympathizer and borderlaw activity in whole-life vids. A dim red light mounted on her shoulder pointed wherever she turned her eyes. Livid cold. The assayer tracked quietly overhead like a legless insect and passed into another room. Finch the last killed lay on his back like a broken cross, face slashed throat cut jagged sideways from jaw to opposite clavicle open eyes rimed white. It was spatch that pd didnt sympathy a crime. Mary knew in brain and crawl of skin each frozen peeled back wound frightened dead glare of white eyes and cropped corpse grimace. This was her motivation for excellence. She would know the murderer and organize for a full-therapy conviction, restructuring if called forand the pd would call for it. If Goldsmith was the murderer as seemed most likely now so be it; the LitVids would have her and the pd all over the world. But she would smooth those waters when they rippled. What she had officially come back for was a context search, a look at Goldsmiths files. The room where Goldsmith kept his office had no bodies in it and had already been assayed. She could enter and make her search. Pd, metro and federal warrants allowed her to investigate most aspects of Goldsmiths life as per the Raphkind amendments not yet removed by President Yales year old block appointed court. She did not personally agree with the Raphkind amendments but she was not in the least reluctant to take advantage of them. What could not be found here might be found in Citizen Oversighta journey she hoped she would not have to make. Goldsmith was not a tidy man. She inclined her head in the inflated tube helmet and surveyed his desk. Reasonable models of slate and keyboardno gold plating or wood box. Cold crackers and half glass of frozen wine. Crumbs. Pens fiber-tip and what did they call them fountain. She wondered where he got them. A sweep of some hand or arm had fanned a short stack of printoutsnot erasable cyclers old fashioned in themselves but actual papers written on by handacross the black marble top. Cubes marched to the edge of the desk in tandem and lay below on the floor. Minds eye she saw a hand palm them two by two from a boxan empty cubefile lay nearbyand click them in pairs on the desk then pass aimless over the edge, dropping four. The gesture of a dramatically distracted man. She bent to pick them