The tech growled, “The human has a name, you know… call me Mal…” She stood, only reaching to his chest. She was short, well under one hundred and fifty centimeters. Short even for a fragile human female. “No… facial recognition confirms that creature seen walking into the room with the victim is the Dylier known as T’all.”
“That’s impossible…” Rollin shook his head and stepped outside the room with the body. He needed a moment to gather his thoughts, and the pressure felt by the shorter than average human female threw him off his game. What he really needed was a drink.
Sure enough, leave it to the rich to have a well-stocked liquor cabinet in plain sight. The crystal decanter held an amber liquid that promised to take the edge off.
“What the hell are you doing?” Mal asked.
Rollin turn
