Chapter Ten
“What have you found?” Deppar asked, staring out the window over the crowded lanes of the Spaceport.
He could feel the guard’s wary gaze on his back. The man had a right to feel nervous. Deppar had already eliminated two of this guard’s predecessors. He impatiently waited for the man’s response. He moved his hand down to his sidearm.
“We are still searching. We know that he must still be on the Spaceport,” the guard said.
Deppar turned to stare at the man. The muscle in his jaw twitched. His pale, almost sickly white complexion flushed with an unnatural red hue as his blood heated.
“How do you know he is still on the Spaceport? It has been three weeks since he escaped. He had assistance. I have no answers. I want that escaped Trivator found!” Deppar snapped.
“Ye.. yes, si
