Neek could do business "under the table," as he had phrased it.

Natural and human-made causes are responsible for the shift, Neek said.

The wall shimmered as Neek's face faded from view.

Neek had been a reliable client, and that was all that mattered.

For more than a year, Neek had been asking after Leyles ink.

The screen on the wall shimmered to reveal the snaggletoothed smile of Neek.

Neek couldn't afford to let Vogusta get away.

Neek laughed at his own inferior joke.

Neek stared angrily at Vogusta over the viewer.

Vogusta thought it a barbaric practice, but Neek had insisted that he would "pay any price" to obtain the ink.

His beady little eyes widening, his round mouth falling open, Neek spoke in a whisper.

Finally, Neek broke into a pointy-toothed grin.

It's worth more than that, Neek.

Neek: a combination of nerd and geek.

Apparently Ferenginar had instituted a taxation system, a policy Neek violently disagreed with.

I just spoke with DaiMon Neek last night.

So whatta you think, Neek?

You have an external call from DaiMon Neek.

Diverting all the way to Karemma would have taken Neek too far out of his way for it to be worth the extra time.

Neek asked, outraged.

They shave their heads except for a ridge of hair about two inches wide that runs from the forehead to the nape of the neek.

"Recordings can be faked," Neek said sourly.

Neek recovered.

Vogusta was able to make a good living; Vogusta's clients had all the kanar they could guzzle, and Neek made a tidy profit.

That surprised Vogusta--he didn't expect to speak to Neek until they arrived at Gaia tomorrow morning.