“Did you cube a report?” Glendower picked three cubes off his lap and added them to the heap on the desktop.
“Do I have to go through all these infocubes to get to it?”
“No, these are just my raw data. I thought you’d like to check them. These are my report.” He took two more cubes out of his sleeve pocket and placed them atop the pile. The heap shifted unsteadily.
“I’ll take your word on the data; I do have other cases, you know.” Glendower watched uneasily as the cubes settled. Shikari, he told himself, really is a good cop. He loves the detail work that so many officers hate. If only he wasn’t so wedded to those damned infocubes!
“I’ve got a new job for you,” he said aloud. “I think you’ll like it. It’s a tangled mess, and needs an analytical mind like yours to unravel. Have you ever heard of Hilliard diMedici?”
Shikari blinked, looking for all the universe like a bewildered ferret.
“Hilliard diMedici, alias ‘the Duke,’ is the head of the damnedest clan that ever slithered through our fingers,” Glendower continued. “It seems to be their family tradition to break the law as often as they can. Most of the family are swindlers, but there are a couple of prosaic criminals in there, too.”
Glendower leaned forward, elbows on his desk. The top of the infocube pile tilted to one side. “We’ve been after the Duke for years, but he’s always been one step ahead of us. We’re only an investigative agency, after all; by the time we’ve pinned something on him in one place he’s moved to another planet out of the jurisdiction of the first, and we have to start all over again. There’s not a cull in the book that diMedici hasn’t pulled somewhere.
“Well, the Duke ‘retired’ recently and I thought we’d finally get some peace and quiet. But it seems he’s got a couple of kids, a boy and a girl, who are carrying on the family tradition. You can read about them on your own time.”