We were still sitting in the dark when the tablet lit up by itself.
Borealis had it hooked to all his equipment like always. Running scans and whatever else he does. The screen just turned on. No warning. No incoming call signal. Just a face appearing.
A woman. Older. Maybe sixty. White hair cut short and neat. Sharp eyes behind glasses. She looked like somebody's grandmother if that grandmother ran a company that killed people.
"Good evening," she said. Her voice was calm and smooth. Like she was hosting a dinner party. "My name is Helena Voss. I believe you know my daughter."
Elena stood up so fast her chair tipped over and hit the floor. "You."
"Yes, dear. Me." The woman smiled. Small and polite. "I have been wanting to meet you properly. All of you, really. You have been impressiv
