"I checked. Seems the brass are holding you for observation until some
headshrinker gets in from HQ. A specialist in hyperspace medicine."
"Then, how come I'm not in a regular hospital? Why the jailhouse?"
"Beats me, major. I can tell you this, though. You're not the first
hype-pilot who's been dragged in here screaming."
"But I wasn't screaming! I was perfectly calm and collected, when I
climbed down out of my ship. All I did was ask about Carolyn."
"About who?"
"Carolyn Sagen. Old Hard-Head's daughter." Lance felt a sinking feeling.
He stopped, cocked a wary eye at the other officer. "Don't look at me
that way, man."
The captain had been staring hard at Lance. Now, he began shaking his
head back and forth, slowly and sadly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lance asked.
"It means Colonel Sagen doesn't have a daughter."