5
Devika walked into a hospital room. The sunlight outside was fading from yellow to black, casting a golden light on the small room.
Rex Olbertson was hooked up to an IV. His lips were cracked and his skin was rough, like leather left out in the sun.
He was sleeping.
Devika closed the curtains, making the room dark.
The noise woke Rex.
“Who…are you?” he asked groggily.
Devika straddled a chair and sat down.
“I'm glad you're doing better. The doctors were worried about you.”
“You police?” Rex asked.
“GALPOL,” Devika said.
“Am I in trouble?”
“We’re just trying to gather facts,” she said.
The doctors had let her in because she flashed her badge. But this wasn't her investigation. It wasn't even in her unit’s jurisdiction. But she had to know.
“How did you get off Defestus?” she
