Chapter Eleven
Erik grabbed the yoke and pulled up, and the MX 60 rose into the air. The sniper hadn’t fired for over ten seconds.
“A chameleon-masked subject with a rifle is now getting into a large black unmarked cargo transport with one primary trailer that’s not emitting a transponder signal,” Emma reported. “I’ll send the information to your smart lenses, Detective Blackwell. I’ve repurposed two drones to follow him. Backup is inbound.”
Jia narrowed her eyes as the MX 60 barreled through the air, its holographic red and blue lights flashing. “He didn’t have to kill that man. If he used an untraceable account, it wasn’t even like we would have been able to use it to track him. What was the point?”
“I don’t think it’s about covering things up anymore,” Erik replied, jerking the flit
