“You don’t know that!”
Venandi knelt, tracing a footprint in the mud. Not a boot. A bare foot, but with an odd drag pattern. “Three people,” she said. “One barefoot. One in boots. And one in—no. That’s not a footprint.” She touched a shallow, circular impression. “That’s a tripod.” Venandi by KC Luck EPUB PDF
“A tripod?” Siena’s pulse quickened. “Someone was filming.” “You don’t know that
“You’re late,” said a voice like gravel wrapped in silk. “You don’t know that!” Venandi knelt
“Because someone wants the data. The full infection cycle.” Venandi reloaded. “We’re not looking for a lost team, Dr. Vargas. We’re looking for the people who set this loose. And they’re still here.”