In the morning light, he sat up and put his hand on her. She smiled in her sleep and squirmed closer. There were compensations for being nobody, he supposed, and this was one of them. He got up quietly and dressed without waking her. There were a number of things he wanted to discuss, but somehow there hadn't been time last night. He would have to talk to her later today.  
He slipped out of the house and went across the court into his own. The screen he had ripped apart had been repaired and put back in place. A voice chimed out as he entered: "A call came while you were gone."
 
"Let's have it."
 
The voice the scale and became that of the store manager. "The gun you brought in was sold six months ago to Dorn Starret, resident of Ceres and of a small gallium mine there. That's all the information on record. I trust it will be satisfactory."
 
Luis sat down. It was. He could trace the man or have him traced, though the last might not be necessary.
 
The name meant something to him—just what he couldn't say. Dorn Starret, owner of a gallium mine on Ceres. The mine might or might not be of consequence; gallium was used in a number of industrial processes, but beyond that was not particularly valuable.
 
He closed his eyes to concentrate. The name slid into vacant nerve cells that were responsive; slowly a picture formed, nebulous and incomplete at first. There was a mouth and t............