23: Piran
Piran
“So tell me about these hidden messages,” Casey said.
She sat on his sofa, one arm draped over the back. Wore a low-cut top today, some kind of tight vest thing underneath, colour almost matching her skin perfectly. When she smiled, there were no lines from the corners of her eyes, and her lips were brighter than normal.
Piran wasn’t too sure if the make-up made her look better or less like Casey.
“Already put it in my report.” Piran waved a hand at the terminals on his desk, as if he’d used one of them. “Took me ages, too. Tried dumbing it down as much as I could.”
“It’s still complicated, though. I know Macklyn’s going to ask questions, so I need to be clear.”
Piran snorted. “Course it’s complicated. If it was easy, those other techs would’ve figured it out. Suppos
