-You sure look uptight mister. You going to a funeral or something?-
Wernher wished things could work out that simply. They couldn’t. Not today, not ever.
Wernher half-listened. He took his mind off the scenery of filled-in Bay Area sprawl, the webwork of canals, and trains of container ships. In his hand, he held a tooth -- the tooth of Jacqueline Bouvier -- the only proof he had to implicate astronaut Michael Collins.