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it away.
    Chewbacca warbled a question.
    “Because I don’t want him, that’s why,” Han said. “I doubt he’d show up even if I asked.”
    Chewbacca growled again.
    “Because he said he never wanted to see me again, remember?” Han said. “Lando does occasionally mean what he says, you know.”
    A motion caught the edge of his eye, and he looked up to see Eanjer moving hesitantly toward them. “Is everything all right?” Eanjer asked, his eye flicking back and forth between them.
    “Sure,” Han said. “I’ve got someone looking into getting a team together.”
    “Wonderful,” Eanjer said, coming the rest of the way to the table and easing into his seat. He must have seen the end of that brief argument, Han decided, and probably thought it had been more serious than it actually had. “This person is someone you can trust?”
    Han nodded. “She’s a low-ranking member of the old Wukkar aristocracy. Knows everyone and everything, and isn’t exactly thrilled with the people who are running the show right now.”
    “If you say so,” Eanjer said. He didn’t sound entirely convinced, but it was clear he wasn’t ready to press the issue. “I think I’ve come up with a perfect time for the break-in. Two weeks from now is the Festival of Four Honorings.”
    Han looked at Chewbacca, got a shrug in return. “Never heard of it,” he told Eanjer.
    “It’s Wukkar’s version of Carnival Week,” Eanjer said, his lip twisting. “Anything Imperial Center does, someone here has to do better. Anyway, it’s a seven-day event with a day each devoted to stone, air, water, and fire, with a prep day in between each of the Honorings. It’s the most important event on Wukkar, with people coming from as far away as Vuma and Imperial Center to attend.”
    “And probably pickpockets from as far away as Nal Hutta,” Han murmured.
    “I wouldn’t know,” Eanjer said. “My point is that Villachor hosts one of the city’s biggest celebrations on his grounds.”
    Han sat up a little straighter. “On his grounds ? You mean he lets people wander around right next to his house?”
    “More a mansion than a house,” Eanjer said. “Or perhaps more a fortress than a mansion. But yes, thousands of people come and go freely over those four days.”
    Chewbacca warbled the obvious point. “Of course he’ll have beefed-up security,” Han agreed. “But at least we won’t have to get over any walls and through an outer sentry line. How do we get an invitation to this thing?”
    “None needed,” Eanjer said. “It’s open to all.” The half of his mouth that was visible curved upward in a bitter smile. “Villachor likes to style himself as a philanthropist and a friend of the city. He also likes to show off his wealth and style.”
    “That’s okay,” Han said. “Some of my best deals came from people who thought they were better and smarter than everyone else. This might actually work.”
    “Then you’ll help me?” Eanjer asked hopefully.
    “Let’s first see what Rachele comes up with,” Han said. “I’ve got some ideas, but like I said before, this isn’t our specialty. But if we can get the people I need, we should at least have a shot.”
    “Make sure they know what’s involved,” Eanjer said. “A hundred and sixty-three million.”
    “Yeah, I got that part,” Han said. “Give me your comlink number, and I’ll call when we’ve got more to talk about.”
    “All right,” Eanjer said a bit uncertainly as he dug out a data card and handed it over. “When will that be?”
    “When,” Han said with exaggerated patience, “we’ve got more to talk about.”
    They were back at the Falcon when Rachele’s report came in.
    As usual with life, the results were mixed. Many of the people Han had hoped to contact were out of touch, out of the immediate area, or temporarily out of circulation. Others who might otherwise have been possibilities would take too long to get hold of, especially with the