Chapter Fifteen
Erik stepped through the door to Malcolm’s office.
The Digital Forensics tech, who was sitting at his desk, was surrounded by so many data windows that only a few strips of garish yellow from his shirt and happy whistling confirmed he was there. One of the windows vanished, and Malcolm blinked a few times at Erik. He swallowed, and his eyes widened.
“Uh, Detective Blackwell.” Malcolm sighed.
“Something wrong?”
Malcolm shook his head. “Not necessarily. I guess that’s up to you.”
Erik looked over his shoulder, confused about the tech’s behavior. “I’m just here to chat.”
“Did Detective Lin send you to threaten me?” Malcolm spat.
“Threaten you?” Erik laughed and shook his head. “Why would Jia need me to threaten you?”
“Oh, the last time we talked about the Kandarian ca
