He frowned as he crossed to his notes, scanning them again. “Wildcard search for the position. Give me only the negative impressions please.”
That should show only genetic fragments that were opposite to what he’d seen in Zad’s DNA. Like a lock and a key. He didn’t know how it would help, just that possibly it would.
Three hours later, his eyes burned, and the computer still churned away at its search. Eric sighed and leaned back in his chair, rubbing at the back of his neck. Perhaps this was a dead end?
The computer cheeped softly. “Negative match found.”
His eyes flew open.
“Where? Open file and display on main screen.”
“Eric… we got a lead,” the shipboard comms sparked into life, Fin’s voice issuing over the speakers.
“Eric… we got a lead,” “Yeah?” he answered absently, all his f
