“What will we find down on Ilus? What are you looking for?” “Same thing as always. Who done it,” Miller said. “After all, something killed off the civilization that built all this.” “And how will we know when we’ve found it?” “Oh,” Miller said, his grin vanishing. He leaned toward Holden, the smell of acetate and copper filling the air or else only his senses. “We’ll know.”
