The Alembic Plot: A Terran Empire novelWilson, Ann
Science
The Alembic Plot: A Terran Empire novel
Wilson, Ann
Science fiction
"He's always been impressed by the loyalty you inspire in those who
work with you, and he was also most impressed when he saw the films of
your training interrogations." Bradford smiled. "Not as impressed by
the films as Ivan and I were, but His Majesty isn't an Inquisitor; he
couldn't see the subtleties that can make such a difference. Still,
what he could see, combined with your truthsense, not to mention the
reputation you've earned from your work at Middletown, have convinced
him that you're the one he wants for a new position. It's a major part
of the increased anti-terrorist campaign, and it won't require you to
leave the Strike Force or give up your team. There'll be less field
work, though--probably a lot less--and you'll be headquartered in a new
building near the Palace compound. This is a small sample of the life
you can lead there, one both His Majesty and I hope you'll find
tempting."
"I do," Cortin admitted. It would be hard not to be tempted by the
thought of living close to the Palace compound, eating this sort of
food, and keeping her Strike Force status and team as well. "What's
the position? And, with all due respect to you and His Majesty, what's
the catch?"
"The position is High King's Inquisitor, which carries membership in
the Royal Household as well as the rank of Colonel, to match your
counterparts in other Kingdoms." Bradford grinned at her expression of
disbelief. "I don't joke about His Majesty, Joan. Or about a
prospective member of the Royal Household, who'll outrank mere members
of the King's Own if she accepts the job, and might take offense."
Cortin swallowed, hard. How could she refuse such an offer, whether
she believed it justified or not? She looked at Odeon, almost
desperately, but saw no help there; he looked both smug and as pleased
as she thought she ought to be, so she turned her attention back to
Bradford. Worse, this fit in with what she'd experienced--and
preferred not to think about--while she'd been under Sis' drugs. "The
catch?"
"We're hoping you don't think there is one--or at least not one bad
enough to stop you from accepting the position. As I said, there'll be
less field work, but to balance that, you'll be able to flag any topic
you want information on, and you'll be able to requisition any prisoner
you want to question yourself. You'll also be asked to carry out the
most difficult interrogations as well, and executions of the worst
criminals. What do you say?"
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