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The Stellar Light Conspiracy – Star Lawyers Book 5
When the lift reached Jaco’s floor, Rosalie and Inspector Platte drew their weapons. Flames licked the wall and the unmistakable spray of burned blood caked the flameless sections. Two Ounta-Kadiis men and a woman, badly burned and motionless, lay in red smears on the floor. They had the typical OK ruddy complexions with dark blue locks. The woman clutched a scorched handbag to her breast.
Demarcus checked for a pulse while Rosalie guarded the crime scene. “Dead, all three. Thermal blaster.”
“No clean shots,” Rosalie said. “Fire holes in the wall. Repeatedly missed at close range. The killer is an amateur.”
“This just happened,” Demarcus said. “The perp’s nearby.”
“Which flat belongs to Jaco?” Her eyes darted both ways.
“I can’t read the characters.” He held up his datacom and Rosalie nodded.
“This way.” She sidestepped the bodies and flew down the corridor to the right.
The door was ajar, which saved Demarcus the trouble of kicking it down. Rosalie broke left, weapon in each hand, while Platte went opposite. She saw the assassin first. Tall and slim with dark red hair, about thirty years old, he stood over Jaco’s burned, bloody body.
Multiple thermal rounds had torn through the young Flight Controller’s chest and impacted the wall. Small fires still burned, but Jaco was not breathing. The thermal blaster in the killer’s hand was Terran made. Even across the room, Rosalie could see it indicated live charge at kill setting, recently fired.
“Police—drop the weapon!” Demarcus ordered through his datacom translator.
When the armed man turned to them without lowering his blaster, Rosalie did not issue a second warning. She put four kinetic rounds through his chest and a fifth between the eyes. Red mist sprayed the furniture and work station behind him and the assassin fell, the back of his head gone, replaced by destroyed skull pieces and bloody gray matter.
“You had the right to remain silent, mother-fucker,” Demarcus said to the corpse.
Rosalie pocketed her weapons and knelt beside Jaco. She had known the young man only a few hours, but they shared breathless kisses, a spontaneous experiment in First Contact between Terran exo-anthropologist and Ounta-Kadiis Flight Controller.
She wanted this nightmare to end, to hit undo, delete, restart.
Rosalie put a hand on his chest, bent to kiss dead lips. Like Juliet beside her poisoned Romeo, they were still warm.
“Jaco… I should have gone home with you.” She started to cry.
“Miss Matthews, this wasn’t your fault.”
“I broke the JPT Code,” she sobbed. “Killed that asshole with a vengeful heart.”
“Which he richly deserved,” Platte said. “It was a good shoot.”
The door filled with females in body armor, all carrying heavy blasters. Watcher-women, Law Enforcement clones with life-and-death authority at crime scenes. Demarcus raised empty hands.
“Miss Matthews, I need your language skills in Jekka-D.”
Rosalie showed her hands and stepped beside him.
“Do not move again,” the leader said. “I am Watcher-woman 3-C.16 Tofera-Leigyu.”
She was tall, with dark red hair streaked in gold, and had a wide, mature face. Rosalie estimated late-forties by human standards. Her neck showed the same vertical train of dominoes tattoo that designated all clone women.
Tofera-Leigyu ordered her officers to extinguish the tiny fires. With flames quenched, the Watcher-woman demanded identification.
“We are officers of the Terran Commonwealth,” Rosalie said in Jekka-Duoonka.
“State your rank and caste level.”
“Terrans have no formal caste system. I am Rosalie Matthews, Commonwealth First Contact Delegate. This is Inspector Demarcus Platte, Star Lawyers Chief of Security.”
“What happened here, Delegate Rosalie-Matthews?”
“The victim is a friend. His Ounta-Kadiis name is Eighty-seven-zero-six, to the fourth power,but he asked me to call him… Jaco.” She took a breath, fighting tears.
Tofera-Leigyu glanced at Rosalie’s bare neck. “Are you his Natural?”
“No, Honored Watcher-woman. We were not intimates.”
“Your name is Matthews?”
One of her deputies muttered a phrase in a language Rosalie had never heard. It was bound to happen. Every spacefaring star nation spoke an assortment of local languages. Watcher-Woman Tofera-Leigyu returned to Jekka-Duoonka.
“Are you the offspring of Charles Francis Matthews?”
Rosalie and Demarcus exchanged stunned looks. Uncle Charlie?
“No, Honored Watcher-woman. He is my father’s brother.”
Another officer called to the leader, this time in Jekka-D, but they spoke so quickly Rosalie could not follow the conversation.
“What happened to Controller Jaco?” Tofera-Leigyu asked.
Rosalie pointed to the killer’s corpse. “That man shot him. He probably dropped three bodies in the corridor before… before Jaco.”
“This man—the one you say killed all these people—how did he die?”
“He was standing over Jaco with a thermal blaster in hand,” Rosalie said. “Inspector Platte ordered him to drop the weapon, but he turned toward us without compliance. Seeing the threat, I shot him.”
“Yes, honored Watcher-woman. He had just murdered three citizens and my friend.”
Demarcus spoke through his datacom. “The perpetrator posed an imminent threat to the life of Miss Matthews. He would have killed us both.”
The Watcher-woman spoke slowly, distinctly, as though aware of the translation device in play. “For what motive?”
“Likely he wanted no witnesses, ma’am.”
Tofera addressed Rosalie. “Do you know the identity of the man you killed?”
“Ninety-one-four-seven, to the third power, called ‘Professor Law’ by his students. He is a retired Master Criminologist of the Leptak Regional Authority. Many Watcher-women were trained by him, including myself.”
Demarcus was incredulous. “He’s LEO?”
Rosalie said, “Forgive me, Watcher-woman, but how could this man have trained you? Do Ounta-Kadiis men stay young forever? Among Terrans he would be far too young for a retired senior citizen.”
Tofera-Leigyu squatted by the bloody corpse. Two officers joined her and they rattled in Jekka-Duoonka, again too fast for Rosalie to follow. One of them waved a datacom over the body, the other held her own device steady, as if recording the image.
Watcher-woman Tofera-Leigyu stood. “Your observation is accurate. The victim appears now as a younger male. Nevertheless, it is Professor Law. I recognize the face, and my colleague ran a DNA scan to confirm his identity.”
“Ma’am, I am not a good linguist, like Miss Matthews,” Demarcus said through the translation app. “But if this guy was a cop, he was dirty.”
Tofera-Leigyu squared her shoulders. “I must ask again, Delegate Rosalie Matthews. Did you kill him?”
“Yes,” Rosalie said. “In self-defense.”
“Did you kill Jaco?”
“Did you kill three citizens in the corridor?”
“You are apprehended for multiple homicides. Your accomplice is also apprehended.”
“Do I have the right to call an attorney?”
“You do not.”
Rosalie’s eyes flashed to blue steel, like her father. “How can you arrest us when—?”
“We surrender,” Demarcus raised his hands. “Miss Matthews?”
The JPT dispatcher grit her teeth and raised empty hands, too.
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Stay tuned…Launch date for The Stellar Light Conspiracy tentatively set for June 2019.