Chapter Forty-Seven
Erik’s Taxútnta zoomed toward a residential tower, his lights and emergency transponder letting them blast through the flocks of vehicles. If they were wrong about Dr. Karton, they could apologize to the captain later for their aggressive flying.
“You’re sure about this, Emma?” Erik asked, his hands tight on the yoke. “If not, we need to hit her new company. We don’t have enough for a warrant to trace her yet, based on the circumstantial evidence. Don’t try to hack her home systems yet. We need to do this by the book if we’re going to get the charges to stick.”
“She’s definitely there,” she replied. “She has a huge exterior view, and she has the window tint off. I can see her at this moment with multiple drones. She’s currently eating some rice crackers. Given her he
