When they reached the dormitories, Ritchie had mumbled something about a nap, then headed up the stairs towards the rooms. Fitz let her go. He could see she was exhausted by the lines on her face, even if her all-over-the-place emotions weren"t tipping him off. She needed that nap.
But for his part, he wasn"t remotely tired. He decided instead to head back to the diplomat school, to the scene of the crime.
The minute he tried to climb the steps up to the patio, he got his first taste of how his implant was programmed to warn him off. A flashing message about not crossing the boundaries of a crime scene obscured his vision, a loud whine that existed only in his own ears echoed through his skull, and there was a terrible taste in his mouth like he"d been sucking on leaky batteries.
He bac
