Amsa is on Mariner Dome three weeks deep under a fake contractor cover. The lead reaches her through a hidden file in Davor Senn’s archive, decrypted four nights too late: MARINER-DOME / 2105 / OREN-T. The Mars desk has cleaned the apartment and filed it suicide.

Vee, routed through three relays to stay off the Mars side’s AI channels, reads the bench before Amsa reads the body. The crimps are Pallas style. The jig is twenty years out of date. Whoever had been working at this bench was Belt-trained.

Tomás Oren was thirty years on the Shift — the life-extension procedure money can buy and nothing else does. Eleven months from completion. First human ever to walk off the table alive. The family that funded the Shift for thirty years also funded the man who walked out of his apartment four nights ago and re-fastened the door three millimeters off.

Kvor is on his home turf and politely locked out by his own people. Amsa has Vee in her ear and the wrong face on her ID. Neither of them is supposed to be on this case.

Eleven Months — Book 2 of the Amsa Logs.

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