“PLAY IT THROUGH AGAIN, slowly.” Rel pointed to the images frozen on the display screens covering most of the wall. One showed the split-vision of two camera angles from inside The Dive. The second showed both sides of the street outside. Four cameras, four angles—it’d have to be enough.
He’d arrived at The Dive an hour earlier, shoving his hologram identifier under the nose of the bar’s supervisor, a long-bearded dwarf, and demanded access to the surveillance footage. After a beat, the dwarf capitulated and brought him to the security room above the bar. Rel’s mouth was dry, prodding him to head downstairs. He fought the urge and ordered the footage from a week ago, rolling back until he located Yetti’s exit on the day he must have been shot. He watched the sholan stumble as the tape rev
