Katurian's brain caught on that word, play. Andy's voice had a familiar quality to it he couldn't quite identify until that moment, when the memories aligned in his mind. Right. He had spoken to him over the communicator. On reflection, it made sense; Eddie would be more likely to seek him out if he were an import.

They'd also be more likely to travel in similar circles.

Katurian tried to swallow the suspicion in his face, but it was still there, ghosting the edges of his mouth and eyes. Andy was a good man, he told himself. Innocent. But he never knew anymore.

"You're an import?"