(Kaelen's POV)
Antiseptic stung my nose in the cold medical bay. Under it was the smell from the autopsy table.
I stood at Dr. Alistair's shoulder with my pistol against his temple while he worked over Elara's body. His glasses knocked against the scanner each time his hands shook.
“It's a clone. A decoy. She's too smart, too careful to be caught like this. Find the flaw. Find the proof.”
Alistair swallowed. “Don Romano, the dental records match. So do the biometrics and the scar on her spine from the incident five years ago. It is her.”
“I don't care about records!” I slammed my free hand on the steel table beside her. The instruments rattled. Her body did not move. “Check the DNA. Now.”
He took a swab from inside her cheek and fed it into the scanner. The scanner ran while I kept t
