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I let the handkerchief unfold and held it up so both could see. "How many foxes run around with a gray and white hanky in their pockets? A handkerchief that held a feminine scent the match of Nerida's - at least until the guard holding it was caught in the explosion."
Berna swore. Nerida didn't say anything, just stared at me with small green eyes that spoke of death. I snorted softly. "I don't fear the death you're threatening, fox, because the dead are all around us. And they are demanding satisfaction."
That got a reaction. Finally, something more than anger sparked in those beady green eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, unless you start telling the truth, I'm going to give the dead what they want. You."
"You can't - "
"I can. Or I could report you to the guards and let them give you to those blue things in the arena."
She shuddered. "No. Please, I'll talk."
"I want truth, not lies." I glanced back at Berna. "I want to know why you're both here and why you blasted the kitchen."
"Then what? You'll go to the guards anyway. We lose either way, wolf."
"Not if you tell me the truth."
"And trust the word of a thief?" Berna snorted softly. "I think not."
I glanced at the covered camera, then back to Nerida. "The guards will undoubtedly be here soon to unfoul the camera. It's your choice - trust me, and tell me what is going on, or I'll hand my discoveries over to the guards and let them make of it what they will."
Indecision shone in her eyes. She didn't want to trust me - neither of them did. But we'd all seen what had happened to anyone who went against Starr's rule, and that was far worse than anything I might do.
"Okay, okay," she said, voice hoarse.
I glanced at Berna as footsteps echoed in the hallway. "And you?"
"I will talk."
"And not attack?"
She grinned. It wasn't a pleasant grin. "Not immediately. But I would suggest you sleep lightly."
That threat could at least be dealt with later. I released Nerida and she collapsed to the ground, alternatively coughing and sucking in air. I stepped past her, past Berna, and into the other stall, slipping the handkerchief under my towel before quickly turning on the water. As I stepped under it, I switched on the com-link. The door opened and the guard stepped in, I put on my best confused expression as I stepped out of the water and grabbed my towel.
"What the hell is going on?" The scowling guard looked me up and down, then shifted his gaze to Berna, who hadn't moved.
"Anxiety attack," she said. "Sometimes happens to foxes in enclosed spaces."
"Why is that towel up there, then?" He waved irritably at the camera.
"I meant to toss it over the stall door and threw too high." I shrugged.
He grunted, and pointed to Berna. "You, get that down immediately."
Berna obeyed.
"All of you, you've got ten minutes. Finish whatever it is you're doing and get back to your room."
The guard gave us all another once-over, like he suspected there was more going on than what was being said, then grunted and spun on his heel. I waited until he was out of earshot, then crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe. I couldn't physically see Nerida from where I was standing, but her image was crystal clear in the mirror - which was why I'd chosen this stall.
"You heard the man - we've got ten minutes. Tell me a little story."
Nerida leaned her head back against the tiled wall. The red marks around her neck were very evident, and this time not even the dead could hold back the guilt.
"I didn't mean for the explosion to be so big."
