“Why did you do it, Jim?” she asked, tears in the corners of her eyes. “Why did you want to do it?”
She didn’t even hear my baffled answer. Her thoughts were on herself—though the recoilless never wavered from a point aimed midway in my skull. With alarming suddenness she straightened up and angrily brushed at her eyes.
“You didn’t do anything,” she said with the old hard chill on her words. “I did it myself because I let myself believe that one man could be any different from the others. You have taught me a valuable lesson, and out of gratitude I will kill you quickly, instead of in the way I would much prefer.”
“What the hell are you talking about,” I roared, completely baffled.
“Don’t play the innocent to the very end,” she said, as she reached carefully behind her and drew a small heavy bag from under the bed. “That was the radar post. I installed the equipment myself and have the operators bribed to give me first notice. A ring of ships—as you well know—has dropped from space and surrounded this area. Your job was to keep me occupied so I wouldn’t notice this. The plan came perilously close to succeeding.” She put a coat over her arm and backed across the room.
“If I told you I was innocent—gave you my most sincere word of honor—would you believe me?” I asked. “I have nothing to do with this and know nothing about it.”
“Hooray for the Boy Space Scout,” Angela said with bitter mockery. “Why don’t you admit the truth, since you will be dead in twenty seconds no matter what you say.”
“I’ve told you the truth.” I wondered if I could reach her before she fired, but knew it was impossible.