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. His lumbering sons and the dog crashed along behind.
The Bear's final threat had been emphasized by a crushing grip. Xris could still feel the ache. He had his seventy-two hours. Just what the hell he was going to do with them was currently open to question.
He turned to Rowan. "Yes? What have you got? Did you find Raoul?"
She nodded, gently placed her hand on the Little One's small shoulder.
"He gave you the clue. A research vessel, registered to a university. The name is Canis Major Research I."
The Little One made some sort of guttural, almost feral sound, and nodded so vigorously that the fedora toppled off, revealing the bandaged face. Moving with remarkable swiftness, the empath retrieved his hat, clapped it back on his head. "And how the hell did you figure it out?" Xris asked. Rowan grinned. She was actually enjoying herself. "When the Little One hugged the dog, it occurred to me that what he was trying to tell us had something to do with dogs. What could it be, except the name of the ship?
"Once I knew that, I went into the files of the local spaceport on Auriga, downloaded the names of vessels that had requested landing permission during that particular time period--"
"Wait a minute. You just waltzed in?"
"Well, maybe it wasn't quite that easy." Rowan looked modest. "I'm dead, so far as computer access is concerned. All my passwords have been wiped clean
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