The Only Witness

10

Lena looked at Qui-Gon in disbelief. Qui-Gon could tell she did not think Mica would reveal her whereabouts, but the package on the table meant it was likely that someone had. The strange contents were not dangerous, but the knowledge of Lena’s whereabouts was—especially in the wrong hands.

“I must speak to Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon excused himself.

Walking slowly toward the kitchen, Qui-Gon felt exhausted. This routine mission was turning out to be more difficult than he’d imagined. He felt a strong sense of deception, but something about it continued to elude him. He could not tell who was being deceived, or by whom. And he did not understand why Lena so fiercely protected her cousin. She had obviously learned—the hard way—that family lines do not protect you from being double-crossed. Or killed.

The food galley was empty. Following his instincts, Qui-Gon started down the stairs. Halfway to the ground level, Qui-Gon met Obi-Wan and a sullen Mica coming up the stairwell.

“The evidence is gone,” Obi-Wan blurted. “Mica erased it.”

“Erased or stole?” Qui-Gon asked, looking directly at Mica.

“Erased!” Mica spat back defiantly. “I do not profit by the misfortune of others, especially Lena.” Her voice softened when she spoke of her cousin. “I only wanted to protect her. To make all of this go away.”

Mica hung her head and shuffled her feet before the Jedi led her back up the stairs. She obviously knew it was time to tell Lena what she had done.

Although she was clearly ashamed of her actions, Qui-Gon felt that her conscience was clear. She was not deceiving them. He felt relief in knowing that somebody wasn’t.

“Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon stopped his Padawan on the landing, allowing Mica to go farther ahead. “We must proceed with caution. All is not as it seems with our witness. On this planet, lies come easier than the truth, and at a lower cost.”

As Obi-Wan raised his eyes to meet his Master’s, Qui-Gon saw tiny flames of anger burn inside them, then flicker out.

“Lena is a noble woman,” Obi-Wan said evenly. “She is struggling to do what is right. Your doubts will not help her.”

Qui-Gon could not help but smile faintly. Obi-Wan thought Qui-Gon was insulting Lena, and he was upset—ready to defend her. It confirmed what Qui-Gon had suspected, that Obi-Wan was infatuated with Lena. He should have pointed it out sooner, to try and warn the boy. Most likely he would end up getting badly hurt.

“You are infatuated, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said. “Be careful not to let yourself be guided by your attraction.”

“I am—” Obi-Wan shook his head and struggled to keep his voice under control. “It is not infatuation. Lena’s motives are good.”

“The motives she has told us are good, but there may be others. Think of what she is giving up. She will probably never live again in the manner to which she was accustomed. She lost her footing with the Cobral when Rutin was killed and is in danger of being an outcast. Not just from the family, but from all of Frego. Don’t you think it is possible that she is trying to get evidence in order to have something to bargain with?”

Obi-Wan made no gesture to show that he understood. “There is another day,” he said softly. “Then we shall see.” He turned to walk up the stairs.

Qui-Gon entered Lena’s quarters behind his apprentice. Mica stood over the table staring at an empty box. The contents of the package were gone.

“I told her I erased the evidence,” Mica said tearfully. “But I don’t think she even heard me.”

“Where is Lena now?” Qui-Gon asked. Obi-Wan was already headed for the stairs.

“I don’t know,” Mica sobbed, sinking into a low couch. “She didn’t say anything to me. She just took what was in the box and left.”