Chapter Eleven
July 26, 2229, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Police Enforcement Zone 122 Station, Office of Detectives Jia Lin and Erik Blackwell
Jia paced the office, her hands clenched into fists. “This is agitating me in a big way. A very big way.”
Erik looked up from his desk. He was surrounded by a half-dozen data windows. “It’s only been a few days, Jia.”
“And we’ve got jack and/or squat. We both know how things go down when the evidence immediately dries up. We’re already looking at a cold case.” Jia stopped pacing and gritted her teeth. “And we can’t get a judge to give us a warrant for Kandarian’s data rod or records.”
“Sure. He’s not the suspect, he’s the victim.” Erik shrugged. “He also happens to be richer than Generous Gao, and I’m sure that’s helping him keep his stu
