Chapter Ten
A harsh buzz snapped Erik out of his sleep. He sat up in bed, jerking his head back and forth, expecting assassins or security bots, his eyes finally resting on Emma’s hologram, which hovered horizontally over his bed like a ghost ready to show him Christmas past, present, and future.
“What the hell?” he growled, squinting up at her. “What are you up to?”
“I’ve completed my analysis.” Emma smiled. “I have a likely hit on the shop featured in the robbery video. I thought you would like to know.”
Erik glanced at the floating red time display hovering above his PNIU on the nightstand. “I don’t go into work for three hours.”
Emma scoffed. “And here I thought you would be interested in solving this case in a timely manner. I apologize for overestimating your dedication.”
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