The transport kept moving.
Caleb watched the message fade on the comms-chip screen and turn itself off.
He took Hassek.
The black tunnel walls scrolled past the tinted glass at a speed neither of them was driving. Whoever ran the vehicle ran it from somewhere else. The wheel up front was still moving on its own.
She kept her hand on his thigh.
He let it stay there.
"Who is he," Caleb said.
She didn't answer for a long time.
The transport took a long curve. The interior darkened for half a second as the tunnel lights thinned out between sectors. When the lights came back, she was looking at the floor between his boots, not at him.
"He was the only one left who saw it," she said.
"Saw what."
"The thing they buried with the rest of them."
Caleb waited.
