Audacious

Interlude 3

''You never call me,'' Grant von Schrader snapped at O'Heidi's interruption.

''Don't you want to know what hasn't hit the news yet?''

''And what makes you think I have to wait for the news to know what's happening on Eden?''

''So you already know what Kris Longknife told me just a moment ago.''

''I don't like guessing games, Heidi.'' Few used that nomme de party to Ohi's face. It reminded the playboy just who was boss here.

''She's looking for her great-grandmother. Someone seems to have kidnapped Mrs. Ruth, ah…''

''Tordon. If you will excuse me, some of us have work to do,'' Grant snapped and quashed the line. A moment later, his computer briefed him on the latest news to come in from his sources in Garden City's police department.

Grant had flagged Kris Longknife. He hadn't thought to flag Ruth Tordon. A major mistake, it now appeared.

''Where is Victoria?'' he demanded.

''She is just leaving,'' his house computer answered.

''Tell her I wish to see her.''

''I don't want to see you'' came in Vicky's own voice a moment later. ''I have business of my own.''

''Which it seems also impacts my business and your father's. You may either come to my study, or my men will carry you.''

''I could drop them before they laid a hand on me.''

''Then the armored security guards will collect you, and you can sample the hospitality of my lower basements until such time as your father asks about you. I expect that might be a very long time, all things considered.''

A few moments later, Victoria Smythe-Peterwald stormed into his study, four security guards trailing her warily.

''You don't have the right to stop me,'' she shouted after hardly crossing the threshold.

''I imagine your brother told his mentor that about the time he tried breathing vacuum. It didn't work all that well.''

''It was that damn Longknife.''

''So you were going to get her,'' Grant said, trying his best to sound reasonable.

''Her and that old bag, both,'' the lovely girl spat.

Grant sighed. This educational assignment was not going well. ''That old bag was surviving Iteeche killer pods long before your father was born.''

''And I caught her up like a blind cow at feeding time,'' the young woman said proudly.

''No doubt. However, your father and I cannot afford another kidnapping bandied about human space at the moment. Her husband, General Trouble, is not a man who takes offense well.''

''He'll never know what killed her. Her and that Longknife brat.''

''Ah, but I know. And you just bragged about it in front of four security guards. That is not how your father or I arrived at our places in human space. If your right hand slits a throat, your left hand should know nothing about it. That is something you should meditate on.''

The girl actually stomped her foot. ''I don't have time to waste doing that meditating thing of yours.''

''I'm afraid you do.'' Grant raised his voice slightly. ''Ms. Rotterdame.''

''Yes, sir,'' Vicky's personal maid's voice answered immediately.

''I am sending Miss Victoria up to her suites. She is to stay there, meditating on the meaning of security. I do not want her out of your sight for any reason. You understand me. Any. Reason!''

''I understand you perfectly, Mr. Von Schrader. She will be under the personal observation of either me or one of my assistants at all times, no matter how personal or odoriferous her activity. And I will bring out the shock cane if she proves too headstrong.''

''We understand each other,'' he said, then scowled at his boss's offspring. ''I will also have guards at your door and on the grounds below your suite. You were quite good at slipping out of the nursery back on Greenfeld. Do not mistake my house for such a play area. You have created a problem that I must now solve. Go to your rooms while I do it.''

Miss Vicky kicked an end table, that proved heavier than she thought, so she slapped the lamp on it. Since it was bolted to the table, all she did was knock the shade askew.

''I would have expected better from a Peterwald,'' Grant said, eliciting a primal scream from the girl. When he showed no reaction to the noise, she stomped out.

Grant eyed the senior of the guards. ''Had she told you where she was going?''

''No, sir.''

''And you knew nothing of this plan of hers.''

Any answer would damn him. ''No, sir,'' the man said simply.

''Inform your supervisor that someone in her guard detail must know what she planned and helped her plan it. I expect your company to investigate it and take appropriate action.''

''Yes, sir'' came quickly back.

And Grant von Schrader turned back to his desk and fiddled with minor matters until he was once more alone. Only then did he tap his most secure commlink.

''Major, I need a quick report on all the assets we have in place. I fear some of them may have been compromised. We should also assume that Operation Barbarossa may require immediate implementation.

''That will involve more risk than we intended,'' his old associate replied.

''Report back to me in half an hour on how far we may have been compromised and then we will assess the risk.''

At the sound of the link being cut, Grant called up his plan for Barbarossa. No doubt more time would reduce the risks. However, if the dolts who ran Eden finally pulled their heads out of the sand, more time might ruin everything.

Grant smiled. With luck, he could still add another star to the Greenfeld banner…and return the boss's daughter to him alive…if not educated.