[Jedi Quest] - 03(24)

Jocasta Nu chuckled. “Not exactly. He’s a yellow-tailed summerbird.”

“He’s a bird?”

“An unofficial pet of the Senate. He lives in the eaves of the building and the Senators leave him fruit and crumbs to feed on. If he’s one of your suspects, I must warn you, he hasn’t left Coruscant. He’s most likely nibbling on muja fruit right about now.”

Obi-Wan groaned, then thanked Jocasta Nu and cut the communication. Fligh had lied to him. That wasn’t surprising. It was a lie worthy of Fligh, one calculated to delay him and amuse him.

But he wasn’t amused.

He turned to Didi. “Do you know where Fligh is staying?” Didi shook his head. “A guest house, I suppose. A hovel, I’m sure. Fligh is very cheap.”

“Find out.”

“Ah. Yes, Obi-Wan. I can see in your eyes that you need this information and I will not fail you.” Didi bowed and rushed away.

Obi-Wan knocked on the door to Yso’s shop, duplicating Didi’s rhythmic knock. Someone hurried out, his face turned away. No one wanted to be recognized in this kind of place. Obi-Wan pretended to examine a beat-up swoop with a dented handlebar while he listened to the other occupant of the shop approach Uso Yso.

“I’d like to buy a swoop.”

“At what price?”

The bettor named a figure, then said, “I’ll take it to the blaster skill event where I hope to see Wesau T’orrin of Rezi-9 win.”

“That is a good plan.” Uso Yso slipped the credits into a wide belt he wore around his waist and entered some information into a datapad. He handed the bettor a small durasheet. “Here is your receipt.”

Obi-Wan waited until the bettor had left the shop, then approached. “I’m here for a swoop,” he said, looking up at the tall being. He waved a hand. “I would like to see your datapad.”

Uso Yso snorted. “You don’t need to see my datapad to buy a swoop. Which do you want?”

Obi-Wan waved his hand again. Uso Yso was unusually resistant to Jedi mind suggestion. “I’d like to see your datapad first.”

“If you don’t want to buy a swoop, you can leave,” Uso Yso said, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Obi-Wan suppressed his slight disappointment. No matter how adept a Jedi was or how strong the connection to the Force, sometimes mind suggestion just didn’t work.

Obi-Wan followed the lead of the bettor, naming a figure, then saying, “I plan to take the swoop to the Podrace and hope that Deland Tyerell will be the winner.”

Uso Yso shook his head. “There’s been a last-minute change. A new driver. Do you still want the swoop?”

“Who is the driver?” Obi-Wan asked curiously.

Yso consulted his datapad. “Anakin Skywalker.”

Obi-Wan felt the shock shimmer inside him, but he did not register surprise on his face.

“Well?” Yso demanded impatiently.

Before Obi-Wan could answer, a small, slight being with four eyes, two of them set on the sides of his head, slipped inside the shop. “Security patrol outside.”

Uso Yso pushed a lever and a wall slid back, revealing more swoops in various stages of repair. “Besum!” He tossed a tool kit to his assistant. “Start working.”

“I don’t know how to fix a swoop!”

“I don’t care,” Yso snarled. “Just do it.” He turned to Obi-Wan. “Security makes patrols every once in a while. Nothing to worry about.”

Now that Yso was in danger of losing Obi-Wan’s business, he was suddenly friendly. He had also left his datapad angled toward Obi-Wan, and the notations were easy to read. In the time it took for Yso to check on Besum’s activities, Obi-Wan had scanned the file and memorized it.

To his surprise, the letters and numbers looked familiar. It took him only a moment to realize that they were similar to the notes recording the skybox seating on Bog’s datapad.

Which meant that Bog wasn’t recording seats for Senators. He was recording bets.





CHAPTER FOURTEEN


Obi-Wan left the shop and found a quiet alley to peruse Bog’s files. He read the names of the Senators who had the same notations as Yso’s datapad. Some of the names he didn’t recognize, but many he did. They were among the most illustrious and revered members.

He had no illusions about corruption in the Senate. But he was shocked to find that so many Senators would be involved in an illegal scheme such as this one. Among the names was Bail Organa, the Senator from Alderaan Obi-Wan had always respected for his integrity. Why would someone like Organa risk his career in order to make a few credits on a bet?

The bets had to be substantial, he supposed. Or else the Senators have no fear that they’ll be caught.