Suze's snort this time had a decidedly editorial tone. She looked him over and evidently came to some decision in his favor, for she went on: "Jin's father was killed in a construction accident. He didn't have a cryo-contract or cryo-insurance, so he was denied treatment till it was too late, though I expect things were happening brutally fast at the time."

Miles nodded. Emergency cryo-treatment was either fast or useless, giving a new meaning to the phrase, the quick or the dead. There was little point in reviving a body when the mind was irretrievable; you might as well just clone the victim and start over.

"Jin's mother went a little crazy after that. Launched a campaign for freezing as a universal public right, and went after the corps' grave-robbery as well. She became quite the spokeswoman, a few years back. Lawsuits, protests. Then one of her rallies went violent-they never did figure out who was to blame, though I have my own suspicions-and she was arrested. They rammed though an allegation of mental illness-not quite a charge of criminally insane, because that would have had to meet stricter standards-and some kindly friend of the court offered to fund her freezing till her cure could be discovered."

Miles's teeth tightened. "That chill the opposition, did it?"

"You could say."

"Didn't her relatives protest? Or anybody?"

"Her campaign group was broken up by the expenses of it all. Her relatives were embarrassed by her-put at risk of losing their own jobs, don't you know. I expect they were secretly glad when she was shut up." Suze eyed him. "You don't seem especially shocked."

Miles shrugged. "I've seen a fair number of worlds, met a lot of people. Encountered a variety of systems. I've seen worse. Granted, Jacksons' Whole, which is run by what are in effect high-tech warlords and their thugs, has a certain refreshing straightforwardness about its corruption. They don't have to pretend their evil is good in order to sell it to voters."

"Let me tell you, young man-the dirty little secret of democracy is that just because you get a vote, doesn't mean you get your choice." She sighed. "Though up till twenty, thirty years ago, it wasn't so bad, here. There were hundreds and hundreds of cryocorps, all run by different people with different ideas, so their vote-bags offset each other. Then some of them grew big enough to start gobbling up the others. Not because it was good for Kibou, or for their cryo-patrons, or for anyone but their top men in the grip of their greed, but just because they could. Nowadays it's down to half a dozen big corps that control most everything, plus a few scattered holdouts too small to matter."

"Jin called you Suze the Secretary," said Miles slowly. "What are you secretary of?"

Her lined face, briefly animated by her anger, grew more closed. "This place, once. It was a closely-held family corp, and I was executive secretary to our chief. Then we were bought out-swallowed up and stripped. Not because the buyer wanted us, but because they wanted to eliminate us."

"Who bought it out? WhiteChrys, by chance?"

Suze shook her head. "No, Shinkawa Perpetual. WhiteChrys got them later, though." A twisted smile suggested she thought this justice was cosmic, if a little too late.

"But how did you end up living in this shell?"

"A lot of us lost our jobs then, you know. No golden tram rides to retirement for mere employees. We had to go somewhere." She hesitated. "Other folks drifted in later."

"Executive secretary, huh? I guess you would know where all the bodies were buried."

She cast him a sharp look-what, frightened? This tough, haggish creature? But before Miles could pursue this line further, Jin banged back in, bearing a laden tray. It held-besides the promised rolls, redolent of cinnamon, a carton of milk, and two mismatched cups-an entire insulated carafe of coffee. Miles, proud of his restraint, did not fall on it rabidly, but waited for his hostess to serve him.

She dismayed him with delay by shuffling to her tall cupboard and returning with an unlabeled square glass bottle. She poured a…?shot, Miles fancied, into her own cup, and, after a pause, raised her brows at Miles. "Want any freshener?"

"Er, no thanks. Just coffee." It sluiced down his throat, tonic enough all on its own. Jin sat back on the other swivel chair, contentedly munching rolls and swiveling with a steady squeak-squeak-squeak that made Suze wince and take a long swallow of her doctored drink.

Her scowl returned, contemplating Miles. He wasn't sure what he'd said to wind her up, just when he'd thought he was winning her favor. Clearly, she wasn't merely someone lucky enough to have salvaged a working comconsole, but a leader of sorts in this odd secret community.

"Jin can take you to Ayako's Cafe," she said suddenly. "You can call your friends to come get you from there."

Jin sat up and protested, "But I haven't shown him how Gyre flies, yet!"

"He can't stay here, Jin."

Jin wilted.

It was plain Suze liked Miles even less as a kidnapped conference delegate than as a mere lost tourist with a weakness for recreational hallucinogens. He decided to try another lure. "I came to that conference to learn about Kibou-daini's cryo-law and science, but actually ended up being hand-fed some very slick pitches for various cryocorps franchises. After four days of it, a lot of the delegates were ready to sign contracts on the spot. In a way, the extremists' attack was a fortunate misfortune. I was sent here by my employer to make a complete report on your cryonics system, but it seems I was missing some rather large pieces."

"Then you'd best be on your way to hunt for them, hadn't you?"

And what kind of piece are you? To be sure, Puzzle. "Actually, now the conference is over, my time is my own. But I could use another day of rest from yesterday's ordeal, if Jin is willing. Although I do need to report in to one fellow. Jin, if I gave you directions, do you think you could hand-carry a letter across town for me, and give it to a man?"

Jin perked up. "Sure! Uh…?maybe. What part of town?"

"East side."

"Um…?yah, I could do that."

Miles decided to ignore the faint tinge of doubt in his voice. "Where are we now, by the way?"

"South side," said Jin.

"Go yourself," said Suze. "I'll give you the tube-tram fare. Just don't come back."

"And when the police ask me where I've been, what shall I tell them?"

Her face grew grimmer. "Tell them you were lost."

"I could-if it were worth my while."

The snort this time was savage. "If we had money for bribes, would we be here?"

"You mistake my meaning, ma'am. My coin is information. Although, you know, you're the second person on Kibou who's tried to bribe me. Is this some sort of local custom?"

Her mouth worked. "Who was the first?"

"WhiteChrys."

"Impressive."

"It impressed me, although not in the way they intended. Small gifts are for selling things. Large gifts are for hiding things. It made me very, very curious."

"So did you take your large gift, Vorkosigan-san?"

He did not bother correcting it to Vorkosigan-sama, or possibly -dono; at least she had the pronunciation right. "At that level, a scornful no is not only shortsighted, but potentially dangerous. I think a day or two of rest here might be good for my health."

"And how do I know that letter to your friend won't bring more trouble down on us?"

"It won't if I say not. I outrank him."

Her lips twisted. "Yah, you have that swagger, don't you?"

And Suze had undoubtedly seen a lot of upper management swagger in her time. Miles wondered if her bosses had realized how closely they were observed.

Jin had been following this exchange with anxious squeakings of his chair. "I could take his letter, Suze! I don't mind a bit."