CASSIUS VOSS was moving.
That was the first problem.
The second was worse.
He was moving under a protection order that sounded clean, carried Kim's clearance, and denied public witness access with the same polite cruelty Mercy Civic used when it locked a blue door.
Soma put the route on the kitchen wall.
It ran from magistrate seal custody through a municipal evidence garage, then down an old service lane that should have ended at Voss Tower's sealed lower freight throat.
It did not end there now.
The line kept going under the city map.
The form withheld destination, escort names, and witness window as if absence were a security feature.
Rina looked at the countdown still ticking on Motion 77-C.
Nine minutes.
"If Caleb moves on that route, they claim registered rescue action," Tali said.
Caleb already knew.
That did not make standing still cleaner.
Kim's last line remained under the transfer status.
I saved him for you.
Sefa stared at it with no comfort in his face.
