Chapter 162

"I need proof, Absidy." The Mayvel police detective tapped his thick finger on the table between us. Like his too-smooth complexion, his button-down shirt appeared as though it had never met a wrinkle. Even as a full-grown man, he looked around twelve, but also like he never missed a single detail. "This is too wild of a story to believe without any proof."

His bias against me was a tangible thing worthy of stabbing. He didn't want to believe me even though I'd explained myself for almost two days nonstop and most of my story checked out. He wanted to cook up his own theories about all of the Mind-I malfunctions and the parasite-poisoned water that had resulted in mass murder sprees all around Mayvel and Wix. Apparently that was easier than buying the story of a suspected murderer and bioterrorist who had just saved humanity from total destruction.

You're welcome, everyone.

I forced my clenched jaw to relax enough to grit out, "You took the proof as evidence, remember?"