12
Jaantzen
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
Nayar is raging at the guard, Patch. Jaantzen’s glad to be on this side of the desk.
“You don’t know where she is? Who’s been in charge of her questioning?” she asks, as though she doesn’t already know. She’s reading over his shoulder as he pulls up that information. “Alert Lieutenant Mahr that she’s missing,” she says.
Patch nods, grateful for something to do. He’s braced against the brunt of her anger, shoulders tense and jaw clenched.
“She’s not answering,” he says.
“It’s late,” Nayar says. “Try again.”
“She always answers,” the guard says, but he tries again.
“Trace her comm. Is she in her quarters?”
Patch shakes his head. “Her comm’s off.”
Jaantzen can see the brief moment of thought, flashing through Nayar’s eyes. “Keep trying to
