I can’t actually put them up, because it’d spoil the story. I skipped ahead to get the ending down, so that I can fill in the blanks. It’s a working strategy, too. I’ll add some stuff from earlier below the fold.
Waite wasn’t ugly, or even plain: big green eyes in a delicate face, with her frizzy black hair in a spaceman’s bun. But her mouth was set in a smirk, and those same eyes were cynical and assessing. She had a clean record with base security, but they didn’t list ‘congenitally untrustworthy’ as a possible demerit charge.
“Well, we’re not looking at you as a suspect for the murder.” Entertainingly, both Asenath and Domaine (both anonymously listening in) chimed in with a nigh-simultaneous We’re not? In his ear and head. He ignored them both and went on. “But I do want you to give me your feel for Corporal Oates, on the day of her death.”
“Oh, that’s easy. She was as sick as a dog.”
“Really?” Tobias looked at the readouts. “It doesn’t say anything about that.”
“Probably because nobody asked.” Waite gave Tobias a highly objectionable smirk.