Chapter Eight
September 30, 2229, Neo Southern California Metroplex, Police Enforcement Zone 122 Station, Digital Forensics Division, Office of Malcolm Constantine
Malcolm smiled at the detectives as they stepped into his office, his bright white coconut-covered Hawaiian shirt even more distracting than his normal wear. Data windows freeze-framed on the hallway outside her apartment and living room floated on either side of him. Both were empty of people.
“Good morning, Detectives.” He spread his arms and bowed. “You may thank me for my greatness. I’ve gotten you a lead.”
Erik chuckled. “It’s funny that you’re dating a ball-buster like Camila, but she makes you like this.”
“Confident women breed confident men,” Jia suggested with a smirk.
“I’ve got plenty of confidence already.” Malc
