Eight
Miranda strode toward Lieutenant Anderson when he entered the compound. ‘Where’s Kyle?’ She scanned each member of his patrol. ‘A call came in saying you’d found him.’
Anderson removed his helmet and visibly steeled himself. ‘He got away.’ He described the encounter, finishing with, ‘When we reached the drain they’d already vanished into the tunnels. Even if council law didn’t forbid us going underground, there was no way we could have followed and got her back. I’m sorry, Captain.’
‘Find out who the girl was. I’ll inform her family of their loss.’
Anderson’s eyes widened. ‘You don’t need to—’
‘Yes, I do.’ She fixed her eyes on his, striving to keep any hint of her feelings off her face. ‘Pass the word to all the patrols: Kyle is to be shot on sight.’
The silence following Mira
