"It wasn't supposed to—I really never meant for—" Her voice cracked.
She was shaking, physically trembling as she reached for her light brain with unsteady hands.
"I have proof. Messages. I was talking to someone named Marcus Chen. He said he worked at Maxwell Corporation. He offered to help for a few million star coins. I just asked him... to make the robot splash water on that Sl—that Neville. That's all!"
Chronos went still.
Marcus Chen?
The name tugged at something in his memory, a fragment of information filed away.
Marcus Chen—logistics division.
Involved in some scheme with Mick Hewitt.
Arrested.
Convicted.
Dead.
"Show me," Chronos demanded.
He needed to confirm if his memory was right.
There was no way a dead person could make contact with the living.
Lilianna fumbled with her light brain, pulling up a message thread with shaking fingers. The holographic display flickered to life, revealing months of conversation.
