Chapter Fifty-One
Warden Harris ran his hands through his hair as the guards were hauled away on hoverstretchers.
One moaned as they guided him down the hall, a medpatch on his head.
Erik figured any man who could still make noise could be saved.
He glanced back into the blood-splattered room. Paranoia had turned into prophecy. This was strange even by his standards. His earlier explanation didn’t make sense. Esposito had lived a full and public life. If he was a mutant or changeling that bizarre, someone would have noticed.
Jia’s angry gaze bored into the warden. “What just happened?” She flung her arm in the direction of the room. “You were watching the whole thing, right? He was immune to stun rods, and he had to be de-brained to be taken out. That wasn’t just an assassination atte
