The picture was black and white, but it was clear enough. A skinny kid, Liam, standing over a Vanted security officer. She couldn"t see the officer"s face; his black helmet was smashed inward, and blood shined across his flat-black suit. She read the small notes on the back of the picture, stating that Liam had beaten the security officer to death, tagging him as a criminal wanted for murder. Further down the skinny paper trail, it stated that he was off the grid and remained unfound. She looked closer at the black hooded boy. He was tall; she couldn"t see his hair, but she could see his jawline and nose. And it was enough for her to pinpoint who he was; a scrawny, lanky version of Braveheart.
"So that"s how you got here. Pretty dark," she shrugged, speaking out loud and tossing the folde
