"What did you do to him?" the officer asked, frowning as he looked Victor over.
"Nothing much. I just put him through what Alan went through." Evelyn's voice was light, almost emotionless. "Tell me. What did Alan want to say to me?"
Harris played the contents of the chip. The color drained from her face.
"So... he knew all along..." she whispered. "Then he must hate me."
"Alan said he doesn't hate you. But he won't forgive you, either. He hopes you'll turn yourself in. After you've served your time, he wants you to use what you know to help society move forward and contribute to human progress."
The tears slid down her cheeks one after another. She held out her wrists for the cuffs.
Before she got into the car, she asked Harris one last question. "He's really not coming back, is he?"
