If you have no interest in Star Trek, don’t bother with this novella.
If you have no knowledge of Start Trek Deep Space 9, this isn’t a good place to start.
I have been away from all of this for a long while, though I did enjoy Deep Space 9 when it first was available and Odo, the shapeshifter constable, was one of my favorite characters. This story is all about Odo’s return to Deep Space 9 (a waystation along the path of interstellar commerce). No sooner is he on the space station but he is asked to do a favor for the station head Captain Ro. It all involves the Ferengi and particularly, Quark, who runs the local watering hole / casino. Soon, Odo is off to the Ferengi home planet, Ferenginar, the last place that Quark was known to have been.
All the familiar tropes are included: "“I haven’t ascertained a motive for Quark’s disappearance yet,” the Changeling concluded. “Latinum,” Quirk said without looking up from his padd. “Well, I can’t state that for certain,” Odo said. “That’s certainly a possibility, but—” “No ‘buts,’ ” Quirk stated confidently. “It’s always latinum. There’s really no other motive for anything on Ferenginar.”"
The “mysteries” are resolved early and only a bit of a chase (with Odo using some of his many forms) remains. There is an attempt to link Odo’s adopted investigative style to that of classic P.I.s of the 20th century. We are told that Chief O’Brien lent Odo some of those works of Hammett and Chandler. The story is told from 3 perspectives: Odo’s letters to a friend; Odo’s investigation; and, Quark’s.
When style comes before substance; and style overwhelms substance; then there isn’t much to recommend this for any but the most devoted Deep Space 9 fans.
Some of the humor:
"“Nice hat,” he said as a way of easing into the conversation. “Thank you! I like to think Frin would have appreciated it. Oh, can I get you some tea? I still have some snacks that were prepared for the desiccation ceremony. Very tasty! And prechewed, of course.”"
And a variation -
"In truth, his only thought had been to program a bowl of tube grubs—but now that she’d implanted the thought of making a weapon of some sort, well, that seemed like a pretty good idea as well. Maybe something that would do double duty, like a meaty Antarean sausage. When rendered correctly, the meter-long delicacy, consisting primarily of ground Antarean tree beetles encased in targ intestine, was so dense it could be sharpened and used as a spear (which is why it had been a favorite Klingon field ration for decades)."
Another attempt –
"“For the moment, this is the safest place for you,” Odo explained patiently. “Safe? What if they come back before you do? I think they’re planning to kill me!” “I’m sure you’re correct,” Odo agreed, doing nothing to calm Quark’s fears. “But try to . . . relax. Take a nap or something.”
And a variation -
"“But a half hour is too long!” Rom wailed. “Odo said to ‘step on it.’ The . . . uh . . . ‘goons’ could suddenly decide that Quark is no longer useful to them. I mean, you don’t know him. He’s not exactly the most ingratiating guest!” “I suspect that it’s a family trait,” Quirk said softly before turning to look directly at the nagus. “Look, the situation is what it is. Why don’t you sit down and relax? Take a nap."
2.5