He nodded.
“Thanks.”
He met my gaze and resumed filling the bowls with food. But he squared his shoulders, stood a little straighter, and the barest hint of a smile settled on his face. The image of his smile hovered in my mind. Even though we had a limited variety of food, the kitchen scrubs worked hard to cook meals for the rest of us.
Cogon had always thanked the servers, calling them by name as he moved through the line. I remembered being annoyed and impatient with him as he held up the rest of us who waited. Considering Cog’s present situation, I regretted every harsh word I’d said to him.
I fought my way around filled tables, searching for a seat. Jacy and his buddies occupied an entire table. When I glanced back at them, Jacy patted the vacant seat next to him. Funny. There hadn’t been an empty one there a second before.
Understanding the hint didn’t mean I would take the hint, I hesitated, but couldn’t produce a good reason to avoid him. I sat next to him.
“The listening device is working well. Thanks,” Jacy said.
“No problem.” I shoved a spoon full of green bean casserole into my mouth.
“We’ve already gotten a few nuggets of useful intelligence. Do you think you could install a few more?” His casual tone didn’t match the intensity in his eyes.
“Where?”
“Over the control room and in the lifts.”
“Monitoring LC Karla not enough?”
His gaze slid over the mass of scrubs. I copied him, trying to see the people through his viewpoint. Clusters of miserable expressions dominated, but a few smiles and a couple of laughing faces stood out from the crowd.
“No. Not enough at all,” he said. “Can you do it?”
“Sure.” I ate a few more scoops of casserole. When I realized I hadn’t even tasted the food, I slowed down and made a conscious effort to savor it. Not bad. Did the cooks change the recipe?
“What do you want in return?” he asked.
Interesting question. He dealt in information. “How about you tell me if you hear anything I would consider important through those listening devices?”
“Deal. In fact, I’ll start now. I heard Cog confessed to killing Broken Man and dismembering him.” Jacy watched my expression. “Gruesome, I agree. And despite the evidence the Pop Cops found, I don’t believe Cog is capable of harming anyone.” He gestured to the scrubs around us. “And neither do they.IfCog killed the Pop Cop, we all know it had to be an accident.”
He waited, but I wasn’t going to confirm nor deny his theory.
“Cog has taken the blame for everything. However, Lieutenant Commander Karla knows Cog was too big to fit into the air shaft above Broken Man’s room, and she’s determined to find the scrub that started this whole mess.” Jacy stared at me. “And do you know what Cogon did then?”
Icy fingers of dread clutched my heart. “No.”
“He saved your ass. Again. He told Karla that Roddie was in the air shaft.”
Roddie? I spun the name around my mind, but failed to recognize him. “A friend of Cog’s?”
“You don’t know who he is?” Jacy’s face creased as if he smelled a rotten stench.
“Should I?”
“You damn well should! He was the man who Karla kill-zapped at assembly 147,002. He was recycled because of you and you don’t even know his name!”
Stunned, I lost the ability to even form a reply. He was right, when he…Roddie had been kill-zapped, all I had worried about was my own skin. Besides the fact he lied to Karla, I didn’t know why.
Jacy answered my question before I could voice it. “Roddie told LC Karla Broken Man hid in the recycling plant to help Cog.When the Pop Cops discovered the ruse…well you know what Karla did. But Cog told Karla she had been too hasty in kill-zapping Roddie and he was in on the plan from the beginning.” Jacy leaned closer to me. “Karla didn’t want to believe the explanation. Too easy, she said. But her boss ordered her to close the case. So, you…” He jabbed me in the shoulder with a stiff finger. “You are clear. Unless you do something stupid, you’re no longer a suspect.”
He grabbed his tray and stood. “I hope you’re worth the effort. I hope you manage to do something with all of this, because as a human being, you’re worthless.” Walking away with his cronies in tow, Jacy didn’t look back.
The seats at the table remained empty as I moved the food around my plate, building heaps and creating designs out of the cold vestiges of my casserole. The bell sounded for the new work shift, jarring me from my morbid thoughts.
