Chapter 17Think! Maris told himself. How could she do that? Ilsa was in the magnacar with me the whole way back from Balozi Neurobiotics. How could she be approaching the delivery Ofem and slip a dose of nanochines into the Chow Fung? How could she?
And ruin a good meal besides?
No matter how he tried to put it together, Maris couldn't account for Ilsa being in two places at once.
Head down, he strode into the setting sun, the encroaching night threatening more bad dreams. Traffic herds migrated toward home through Crestonia streets, the whine of magnacars at peak pitch, screaming to get their occupants to their abodes.
He'd arrested Agnese Vanag for indenture delinquency and accessory to a felony, and she'd slid to her knees at his feet, blubbering and slobbering about her eternal gra
