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Sloane followed.
Before leaving, Sloane looked at Marcus.
“Do not touch the station archive.”
The door closed.
Nobody spoke until the lock turned red again.
Noah let out a breath.
Marcus stared at the door.
Evelyn looked at the capsule.
Then she picked it up.
Marcus's hand closed around her wrist.
“Put it down.”
She looked at him.
He released her immediately.
“You don't get to give me orders tonight.”
“I am not giving you an order.”
“You just grabbed me.”
“I was trying to stop you from compromising the only physical evidence we have.”
Evelyn looked at the capsule in her palm.
He was right.
That irritated her almost as much as his touch had.
Noah opened a drawer beneath the counter and pulled out a sterile evidence pouch.
“We need to document it.”
Evelyn set the capsule down.
Noah photographed it where it lay, including the cabinet clock visible behind the table. He recorded the tag number, storage markings, and the fact that Evelyn had removed it from Archive Cabinet C without a witness.
“You're writing that down?”
Evelyn asked.
“I have to.”
“Sloane will use it against me.”
“She'll use it whether I write it down or not.”
Noah looked at her.
“If this becomes evidence, pretending you didn't break the seal makes it worse.”
Evelyn rubbed both hands over her face.
“I didn't break the seal.”
“You opened a restricted cabinet.”
“With my audit credential.”
“Your audit credential doesn't include biological evidence.”
“It opened.”
“That isn't the same thing.”
Marcus gave a humorless breath.
“Welcome to corporate security design.”
Evelyn glared at him.
He looked exhausted suddenly.
For the first time since she had met him, expensive clothing did nothing for him.
“Why are you here?” she asked.
“At the station?”
“Tonight.”
He glanced toward the windows.
“My plane was supposed to leave six hours ago.”
“That isn't what I mean.”
Marcus understood.
He loosened the top button of his coat.
“I came because the board received discrepancies in the Arctic program's spending.”
Evelyn laughed again.
“Of course.”
“What?”
“I find my dead child and you find an accounting problem.”
“You think that's funny?”
“I think it's extremely you.”
Marcus looked down at the capsule.
“What exactly did you find downstairs?”
Evelyn's anger shifted shape.
She had not told him.
Not yet.
At 8:43 that evening, Noah had asked her to look at a duplication in the station's biometric registry. Evelyn had been conducting a three-week security audit on Meridian Genomics' identity systems, a contract she had nearly declined when she learned Marcus Vale would visit during the final week.
She had accepted because Meridian's Arctic facility paid well.
That was the embarrassing part.
Not forgiveness.
Not reconciliation.
Money.
After years of expert consulting, legal bills from the old lawsuit still lived inside Evelyn's life in small ways. Her condo was rented. Her car had a cracked passenger-side mirror she kept meaning to replace. She sent money every month to her mother in Oregon, whose arthritis had progressed enough to make part-time work difficult.
Evelyn had told herself that taking Meridian's money after Meridian helped destroy her life was not hypocrisy.
It was collection.
She had almost believed it.
Noah had found one active station credential whose biometric root referenced a patient identifier from a deprecated pediatric database.
EC-01.
Evelyn knew the identifier before she saw the name.
Elise had been the first child enrolled in Meridian's compassionate-use immune therapy program.
Evelyn had once signed it on twelve separate pages.
EC-01.
EC-01.
EC-01.
A human child reduced to a code because codes fit into boxes better than names did.
She had thought seeing it again might make her faint.
Instead, she became very calm.
They followed the credential map to the lower medical level.
Noah had argued with her for thirty seconds before following.
The restricted corridor was visible through a safety window at the bottom of the stairwell.
A girl had crossed it carrying a laundry basket.
That was all.
No dramatic recognition.
No music inside Evelyn's head.
Just a sixteen-year-old girl walking past a window with a basket of towels balanced against one hip.
Then she turned toward someone behind her.
Evelyn saw her face.
The basket slipped from the girl's hands.
She crouched to collect the towels.
Evelyn remembered Elise dropping a bowl of crackers in their old kitchen and crouching exactly the same way, annoyed at the floor as if gravity had acted personally against her.
Evelyn had stopped breathing.
Noah had pulled her away from the glass.
They returned to the archive room.
The capsule was where the database said it would be.
Cabinet C.
Shelf seven.
Undestroyed.
Waiting.
Marcus listened without interrupting.
When Evelyn finished, he sat on the edge of a counter.
“That cabinet was supposed to be empty.”
“You keep saying supposed to.”
“I was told the entire EC series was destroyed.”
“By Sloane?”
He hesitated.
There it was.
Evelyn noticed Noah notice it too.
“Marcus.”
“Yes.”
“Sloane told you?”
“She supervised the clinical shutdown.”
“After Elise died.”
“Yes.”
“And you signed the destruction authorization based on her report.”
“Yes.”
“Did you verify any of it?”
His face hardened.
“We were dealing with a fatal pediatric trial event.”
“Did you verify it?”
“The hospital had an isolation order. The legal team—”
“Marcus.”
“No.”
The ventilation hummed.
Evelyn looked at the frost gathering along the lowest edge of the window.
For twelve years she had imagined Marcus as something cleaner than a coward.
A monster, perhaps.
Monsters were easier.
They acted.
Cowards delegated.
“Did you see her body?”
“No.”
“Did anyone from Meridian besides Sloane?”
“I don't know.”
“You told me no viewing was possible.”
“I was told there was contamination risk.”
“You told me the remains were transferred.”
“They were.”
“You told me you were sorry.”
Marcus looked at her.
“I was.”
“No. You were sorry something had happened in your company.”
“That isn't fair.”
She stared at him.
May you like
He looked away first.
Noah sealed the capsule inside the evidence pouch.
