Chapter Two
Erik stepped into his office with a yawn. Jia hadn’t joined him for lunch, citing work, but he found as he grew closer to leaving the police department, he wasn’t all that concerned about filling in every detail of every last report.
Between PNIU, camera, and drone recordings, most of what they were doing was confirming what the records already showed. He understood the necessity, given that data could always be altered, but it was hard to assign this task the importance of an actual arrest.
He didn’t think he needed to skip lunch and the quality sandwich inspection to do them.
Deeper thinking led to a worrisome thought. Depending on where his new job sent him, he might miss out on good beignets.
Food printers produced decent ingredients, but skilled hands were necessary t
