Epilogue: Gaunt
"And you say the room was locked from the inside?" Adem Different asked.
"Yes. The only sign of entry is the air vent, which seems to have been forced open." Gaunt answered, pointing to the vent, which hung loosely by one end.
"I do not understand. This is far too small for anything human to pass through." Different was puzzled.
"Yes. Anything. . .human." Gaunt answered absentmindedly before coming back to his senses.
"And you apparently do not have Aswethinkizzes on this planet. . ." The alien detective continued.
"What do you make of those?" Gaunt pointed towards the ceiling and the burn marks on the ceiling almost directly above the overweight, balding, dead man sitting in a recliner.
"Curious. . ." Adem asked. "Was he a meta?"
"We don't know, yet."
The dead man's neck appeared to have been savagely ripped apart. Spector taunts me, the Shadow Chancellor thought to himself. I know he killed this man, but I need to know why before I can act.
Adem noticed something rolling on the floor under the dead man's feet. "What is this?" Reaching down, he picked it up. It was a small aspirin bottle with a logo that read Nu:Genetix .
"What do you make of this?" Adem asked, holding the bottle up to the light.
"Now that is odd." Gaunt was genuinely surprised.
