I do as he says and start to shake from the residual pain. He thumbs through the screen as Enden tells him exactly where to go. When he reaches my account, he sees the truth for himself.
“It shows a lump sum payment here—”
“Exactly,” Theoria says.
“And it says ‘declined.’” Maeklos looks up from the screen and back at me. “Someone tried to pay you for the people on board. Who was it?”
“Enden,” is my reply as I look toward Mr. Versimillian.
“Enden tried to pay you for a shipment of human lives? Our Enden?”
Enden “Yes,” I say again, and he looks at me for a long time.
Maeklos abruptly breaks the silence between us, turns, and says, “Well, this can be remedied with a quick DNA trace.”
He tries to leave out the exit, but Enden stops him and says, “That won’t be necessary. We’ve already
