They turned at the same moment and headed for the passageway to their left. They could feel it now. The Force had entered the dank, dark space, and they knew Ferus was near.
Siri held her glow rod aloft. “I think we’re in the old water treatment system. See the inflow pipes’?”
“These are holding pens for the water,” Obi-Wan said, peering into the rooms as they passed. Some of the chambers still had their durasteel panel doors. Others had doors that were half rusted away, or had been removed.
The Force grew stronger. Ahead they saw a chamber with an intact door. It was bolted to the wall with a new lock.
Siri withdrew her lightsaber. Within seconds, the metal peeled back, giving them an entry to the chamber.
Ferus sat in the middle of the room. He quickly stood, facing them. “I am sorry for needing rescue, Master,” he said to Siri. “I am sorry, Master Kenobi.”
“We all need rescue sometime,” Obi-Wan said.
“Some more than others,” Siri said, grinning at Obi-Wan.
Ferus was so different from Anakin, Obi-Wan thought. Anakin would have smiled at him as soon as he entered. It’s about time, he would have said. Or maybe, I hope you brought my lunch. He felt an intense need to find his own Padawan. Added to the feeling was the fury that he was gone at all.
“What happened?” Siri asked Ferus. “Are you all right? Where is your lightsaber?”
“It’s hidden in my room.” Ferus made a face. “One of several of my mistakes. I came down here looking for Gillam without stopping there first. I thought if I found him I could prevent Anakin taking off with the secret squad. Instead, Gillam found me.”
“Gillam?” Obi-Wan asked, surprised.
Ferus nodded. “He was never kidnapped. He staged it himself.”
Obi-Wan felt a surge of impatience. He should have examined this possibility. He hadn’t been able to imagine a son doing such a thing to his father. No matter how much he’d seen in his life, no matter what evil he’d faced, he was still capable of surprise at a son’s resentment of a powerful father. It always surprised him, how personal a betrayal could be.
“I don’t understand how he could have imprisoned you,” Siri said with a frown.
“I was exploring, and I found a hiding place,” Ferus said. “It’s just down this corridor. His datapad was hidden in a drain behind a lock, in a plastoid sleeve. I was just trying to access it when I heard someone coming. It was Gillam and a few members of the secret squad. I was able to conceal the datapad but they got my comlink.”
“What did they do?” Obi-Wan asked. He felt dread invade him. So the secret squad was involved.
“They thought I was just a nosy student,” Ferus said. “I decided not to resist because I didn’t want to blow my cover, or especially Anakin’s. They didn’t know what to do with me. They were afraid I’d report them. They searched me, but I used the Force to redirect them, so I was able to hang onto Gillam’s datapad. Then they put me in here. Gillam brought me food, but I haven’t seen him in hours.”
Ferus held up the datapad. “They left me alone, so I was able to read this. First of all, look - it has a Senate seal.”
Obi-Wan took it. He recognized the symbol of Andara on the back. “This belongs to Berm Tarturi.” He thought a moment. “Maybe Tarturi was right. Someone did break into his office and go through his things. But it was his own son.”
Ferus nodded. “That’s not all. There are ransom notes on this pad. Two of them have been sent. I think Gillam plans to pin his own kidnapping on his father.”
“Why would he do such a thing?” Siri asked. “Does he hate him so much? “
“He must,” Ferus said. “But that’s not the only thing. Are you in contact with Anakin?”
Obi-Wan shook his head. “He hasn’t reported in. He must be traveling or even on leria by now, but his comlink has been turned off.”
Ferus looked grave. “The last letter in the file takes responsibility for Gillam’s death. It hasn’t been sent yet, but it’s timed to go out in five hours.”.
“He’s going to frame his father for his own murder?” Obi-Wan said.
“But how?” Siri asked. “He’ll need a body. There will be some kind of investigation.”
“That’s what I’ve been thinking about,” Ferus said quietly. He ran his hands through his hair in a rare gesture of agitation. “What if Gillam planned to produce a body? Someone similar in age and build, someone who looks a little like him. They could plant text docs on the body, or near it.”