It took Jali the better part of the afternoon to find something on Vertey’s datapad that he could go on, and that was with a visit to a Jenet he knew called Bremen, a slicer who worked near the Column Commons behind the offices of the Galaxy Star. Yet the datapad had given him a name, nothing more, but it was still something. “Jali Dawler,” Miarka greeted as he approached the bar. “I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.” Miarka raised her eyebrows. “I thought you liked it, everyone else does.” Jali shrugged. “I just find I have better things to do these days.” “Who are they?” Jali asked.