“Who would want to frame you?” Deputy Jones asked. They were meeting at a bar instead of his office, and he didn’t like what that implied about the pending investigation.
“I don’t know,” Davis said. “Half the Station and any number of people on the ships docked here.”
“Why? What the hell have you been doing?”
“I could tell you, but I don’t want to add you to the list of people who may want to frame me in the future.”
“Am I going to get myself killed by trying to help you?”
“Killed? No! Maimed, maybe. But not killed.”