Leviathan Wakes by James S.A. Corey Read Free Book Online Page B

beckoned. Brothels and shooting galleries, coffee bars and poetry clubs, casinos and show fights. The air smelled like piss and old food. Havelock began to slow, his shoulders coming down from around his ears.
    “I worked homicide in Terrytown,” Havelock said. “I did three years vice at L-5. Do you have any idea what that was like? Theywere shipping kids out of there, and I’m one of three guys that stopped it. I’m a good cop.”
    “Yes, you are.”
    “I’m damn good.”
    “You are.”
    They walked past a noodle bar. A coffin hotel. A public terminal, its displays running a free newsfeed: COMMUNICATION PROBLEMS PLAGUE PHOEBE SCIENCE STATION. NEW ANDREAS K GAME NETS 6 BILLION DOLLARS IN 4 HOURS. NO DEAL IN MARS, BELT TITANIUM CONTRACT . The screens glowed in Havelock’s eyes, but he was staring past them.
    “I’m a damn good cop,” he said again. Then, a moment later: “So what the hell?”
    “It’s not about you,” Miller said. “People look at you, they don’t see Dmitri Havelock, good cop. They see Earth.”
    “That’s crap. I was eight years in the orbitals and on Mars before I ever shipped out here. I worked on Earth maybe six months total.”
    “Earth. Mars. They’re not that different,” Miller said.
    “Try telling that to a Martian,” Havelock said with a bitter laugh. “They’ll kick your ass for you.”
    “I didn’t mean… Look, I’m sure there are all kinds of differences. Earth hates Mars for having a better fleet. Mars hates Earth for having a bigger one. Maybe soccer’s better in full g; maybe it’s worse. I don’t know. I’m just saying anyone this far out from the sun? They don’t care. From this distance, you can cover Earth and Mars with one thumb. And… ”
    “And I don’t belong,” Havelock said.
    The door of the noodle bar behind them opened and four Belters in gray-green uniforms came out. One of them wore the split circle of the OPA on his sleeve. Miller tensed, but the Belters didn’t come toward them, and Havelock didn’t notice them. Near miss.
    “I knew,” Havelock said. “When I took the Star Helix contract, I knew I’d have to work to fit in. I thought it’d be the same as anywhere, you know? You go, you get your chops busted for a while.Then, when they see you can take it, they treat you like one of the team. It’s not like that here.”
    “It’s not,” Miller said.
    Havelock shook his head, spat, and stared at the fluted glass in his hand.
    “I think we just stole some glasses from the Blue Frog,” Havelock said.
    “We’re also in a public corridor with unsealed alcohol,” Miller said. “Well, you are, anyway. Mine’s soda water.”
    Havelock chuckled, but there was despair in the sound. When Havelock spoke again, his voice was only rueful.
    “You think I’m coming down here, picking fights with people from the inner planets so that Shaddid and Ramachandra and all the rest of them will think better of me.”
    “It occurred to me.”
    “You’re wrong,” Havelock said.
    “Okay,” Miller said. He knew he wasn’t.
    Havelock raised his fluted glass. “Take these back?” he asked.
    “How about Distinguished Hyacinth?” Miller countered. “I’ll buy.”
    The Distinguished Hyacinth Lounge was up three levels, far enough that foot traffic from the port levels was minimal. And it was a cop bar. Mostly Star Helix Security, but some of the minor corporate forces—Protogen, Pinkwater, Al Abbiq—hung out there too. Miller was more than half certain that his partner’s latest breakdown had been averted, but if he was wrong, better to keep it in the family.
    The décor was pure Belt—old-style ships’ folding tables and chairs set into the wall and ceiling as if the gravity might shut off at any moment. Snake plant and devil’s ivy—staples of first-generation air recycling—decorated the wall and freestanding columns. The music was soft enough to talk over, loud enough to keep private conversations private. The first owner,