A Land to Treasure: Out Far Enough #2

Thanks to a small group of surveyors as well as the richest man in the universe, the tiny agricultural space station of Saint-Sebastien-des-Etoiles is braced against thievery. Some thinly-disguised Loyalist "vacationers" from the renowned Bad Men and Blue also come to the rescue. Bourriac proves he can still amaze Grayson, because in the midst of surviving all the intrigue, he finds his perfect Comtesse at last.

"Eh bien, Grayson. Here is what I need from you. There is a prison - somewhere in England - that will soon release a certain prisoner. Press upon your connections and find out if he is available for work, and if you can be his parole officer if he comes here. Will you do that?"

"Sure." She made a note of the name. "Scotland Yard ought to be able to dredge him up pretty fast. What's he in for, do you know?"

"Homicide." Bourriac smiled slightly. "He murdered his last employer."

"Why did I ask," Grayson muttered. "And you want to hire him."

"He was recommended to me," Bourriac replied.

"All right, let me see what I can do." She made a few more notes. I forgot about a Set?Inspector being Bourriac's old school chum. "Anything else?"

"Oui. Another name." Bourriac spelled it. "Fifteen or sixteen years old, I think. Not in jail, but the beginnings of a police record in Marseille. I want to know more about him."

"No problem."

"I should hope not."

Grayson guessed, "I don't suppose he's got Saint-S嶵astien blood in him somewhere."

"He got clocked speeding down the main street of Marseille at 300 k.p.h. at three in the morning in a stolen vehicle," said Bourriac.

"So, the answer to that question is yes." Grayson made a brief note. "If he's not in too much trouble. There's only so much I can do, too."

"I shall believe that when I see it, Bailiff," said Bourriac, and suddenly grinned.