Chapter Ten
May 6, 2229, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Police Enforcement Zone 122 Station, Interrogation Room
The detectives stared at the bound criminal sitting across the table from them. The man hadn’t resisted when he recovered from the stun. He’d been remarkably cooperative, including giving him his name, Trevor Fairchild. His PNIU and a DNA search confirmed he was indeed Trevor Fairchild, a native of Neo SoCal.
Jia stood and circled around the table and the back of the suspect’s chair. “You’re in a lot of trouble, Trevor. I mean, how stupid are you? Not only did you go after one of the most famous singers on Earth, but you tried it when two cops were in the room.” She continued walking and pulled a seat out, sitting down once again.
“Bad luck,” the man replied. “It happens
