Murder in Hyperspace

Summers walked over and turned sideways to Hwan.  “Can you demonstrate for me, please?”

“Well,” now looking decidedly nervous, Hwan rose, made several halting attempts, then finally put his arm around the CIO’s back, then lowered it to his waist.

“Thank you, Ensign,” said Summers as he stepped away.

“Ms. Stuart, was Ensign Maimes at the party?”

Stuart hesitated, looking nervously at her friends.  Summers said nothing.

“Well… no Sir,” she softly replied.  “He was on… er, was supposed to be on duty in the Communications Center.”

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