Chapter Eighteen
June 9th, 2231, Alpha Centauri, Chiron, Capital City Lumiere
Yan yanked his knife out of the throat of the dying man. His victim reached weakly for his PNIU, his fingers and arm shaking, but the killer yanked the device off the man’s belt and tossed it on the ground.
“You should have called for help when I first got here.” Yan shook his head. “You were arrogant, and it cost you your life.”
He ignored his pleading looks as the man slumped forward, bleeding out across his desk and reaching toward a hologram stand displaying an image of a woman with the caption My Beloved Wife. The dying man’s hand rested on the base as he took his last breath.
Wiping his blade on the man’s suit jacket, Yan stared at the hologram’s caption. He didn’t feel love anymore. The emotion had be
