“Admiral, sir, there’s a new signal just in, from Escobar.”
Aral Vorkosigan sighed as he held out his hand for the flimsy. It was just one damn thing after another. As if he didn’t have enough to worry about.
“What the hell do they want now?”
He read the message, then read it again. Somewhere in his mind he saw that his hand had started to shake. Aristede. Aristede Vorkalloner. They had found him.
Sick horror clutched at him, until common sense kicked in.
Aristede had been on the General Vorkraft.
There was no way they’d ever find Serg Vorbarra.