"Oh..." Cheng looked a little embarrassed at the question.

"Of course, I cannot actually seize your money merely aquire the account and require you to sign some paperwork before you access it," he explained, clearly more comfortable to be in an area where he did apparently have some expertise. Sayeeda, far more comfortable on a battlefield than at a garden party could understand completely. Cheng produced a data pad and passed it to Junebug. She squirted a copy of it to Lonney who declared it to be free from legal trickery and in common usage on the station before digitally signing.

"We will need any information you have on your wife's disappearance," Sayeeda declared once the paperwork was done. Cheng smiled wanly.

"Everything I have is on the disc your pilot stole captain," he said, "If you need anything further, anything at all you have only to call." Nodding her acceptance Sayeeda stood, a little chagrined by the hope on the mans face.

"We will do what we can sir," she said in a professionally neutral tone.

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"It has to be this Kramer crew," Taya declared. The girl looked a good deal more human now that Junebug had forced her to drink several liters of water and accept a rehydration pack. By the way the girl kept looking at her and blushing and giggling, the aristocrat remembered more of the previous night than Junebug did.

"Why what have you found?" Junebug asked, looking up from her own fruitless attempts to go through Cheng's many investors.

"Nothing," Taya declared.  THey were all sitting around the Highlander's consoles, linked into the local data net and with Lonney's sorting power it was the best place on the station to be. Plus the monitors could be set dim enough not to wake Sayeeda's nascent headache. The moment dragged out before Junebug rose to the bait.

"Nothing?" she asked, turning her chair to face Taya. It wasn't a particularly helpful gesture as the girl had her display set to mono directional so that only someone directly infront could read it.

"Nothing," Taya confirmed, "Name and a reistrey number but no client list, no sales pitch, no stock holder reports."

"Could they just be fairly low key?" Sayeeda asked skeptically.

"Maybe but I ran the profile of every other similar company that operates of this station and it flagged abnormal. Even the little mother and cub operations are screaming their virtues from the asteroid top." Leading troops gave you an ability to judge when a people were confident about something, and when a specialist was confident in her specialty area, it paid to listen.

"Sounds like a lead," Junebug said, eager to be up and away from the data crunching that had filled the last several hours.

"One more thing," Taya said and touched a button to turn her display to omni directional. A holo of Nia Cheng flashed into existence, rotating slowly.

"This has been doctored," Taya declared, clearly proud of the deduction.

"Doctored, you mean like altered with image processors?" Junebug asked. That was strange. SHe cast a glance at Neil.

"Any ideas?"

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