The Security Force arrived to claim the body and soon enough Jali and Xhen were in the waiting room of the lock-box, Security Force headquarters. Xhen still looked pale. “What’s wrong with you?” Jali asked him with a reassuring smile. “You look like a namju fish on the end of a vibroprod. Dead bodies are awful, and they can get a lot worse than that.” Xhen shuddered. “I’ve just never come across a murder before.” Jali raised an eyebrow. “Who said anything about murder?” “He was stuffed in that crate about to be shipped off-planet,” Xhen pointed out. “If that isn’t suspicious, call me a bantha.”
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