Cohen stood in the private room, he hadn't moved, the big grey eyes stared back at him, sarcastic smile gracing her dark lips. She lay in a pool of blood, eviscerated. The damn cube was still transmitting, and his only hope of blocking it or shutting it off was laying dead in front of him. He had pulled out his blaster when he saw her on the floor, he should re-holster it, if someone were to walk in. He holstered his weapon. Too late.

"Cohen, what did you do?" Cohen recognized Aaron's voice immediately, he also recognized a blaster charging. He lifted his hands in the air.

"I didn't do this. Aaron I swear, I'm not a killer!" He slowly turned around to face his older brother, his dark features were fierce, brooding, and disappointed, he didn't lower the blaster. "Aaron, bro, you've got to believe me, she was my contact, I found her like this, I'm up shit creek without her, there's no way I would have killed her." Aaron lowered the blaster, but then held out his hand, wordlessly ordering his little brother to give up his own weapon. When Cohen didn't immediately comply, Aaron raised an eyebrow. With a sigh the younger of the Riggs boys handed over his gun.

"Start talking, who was she, what are you into this time. What happened to Risha?" The last question took Cohen by surprise.

"What do you mean what happened to Risha? I just slept with her, stole a datacube from her." He could barely look Aaron in the eyes, but he did.

"She's dead Cohen, with a nasty cut, just like this one. Bowdaar found her two nights ago"

Cohen's face went white, he felt sick. "When I left her she was alive, she was smiling, she…Aaron I would never have hurt her." He looked around for somewhere to sit, there was so much blood as he started noticing the blood spatter on the walls, Kaliyo's dead mocking face bore into him. Cohen threw up. When he looked up at his brother, the ferocity was gone leaving concern. "I think I need a drink." Aaron nodded and held the door open for his brother.

"I think I do too." The larger darker Riggs clapped his brother lightly on the back.

They sat in a corner booth, Aaron with a vintage Corellian whiskey and Cohen with Gamorrian Taquila, he took one sip and turned a shade of green, Aaron gave him the whiskey and motioned to the waitress to bring him another.

"Drink it. It'll make you feel better."

Cohen took a sip, and it burned all the way down, settling in his stomach, he took another sip, it still burned but the warmth in his belly was better than the cold sickness he had been feeling. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it, Cohen talk to me, Mit told me you were deep into a conspiracy? That's not your usual score."

Cohen took another sip and collected his thoughts. "The Star Cabal was a century spanning, powerful secret society, they were the puppet masters, they were power. They kept all their information, and history on something they called the black codex." Another sip, "Kaliyo told me that the society was over, torn down, but that the black codex had been broken up into four pieces. The information on there was beyond valuable, but the four pieces need to be reunited in order for any of it to make sense."

"So what's your end game Co?"

"What do I ever want Aaron? Sell the information to the highest bidder, I was even toying with the idea of becoming an information broker, but now…I have one piece, decrypted, and it's sending out a tracking signal that I can't block, and now two people are dead. I don't know what to do." The usual laughter in his voice was gone, he was thoughtful and somber.

"We'll figure it out." He stood up waving Mitka, Aric and Oriah over to the booth. "Looks like Mitka brought friends."

Cohen finished the last of the Corellian whiskey, then took the shot of Gamorrean tequila in one swig. "Stars that stuff is swill!"

"It's made by giant pigs."