“THANK YOU FOR YOUR time, Pilot Lingiari,” said the chief investigator, extending his hand.
Carl sat up from his slouched position and reached to take the man’s hand. He was in front of a team of five investigators, and he’d been there so long he’d lost track of time. “That’s it? I can go?” His throat ached from answering the men and women’s questions, and his head buzzed from going over the events on K. 67092d again and again.
The questioning had felt more like an interrogation than an investigation. He was glad he’d told them nothing but the truth according to his memory of the events. He would never have been able to keep track of Haggardy’s lies if he’d decided to go along with the man’s story.
“Yes, we have no more questions for you at the moment,” said the investigator. He glanced
