020 STEPPED INTO A TRAP
"And the other fights where the fighters are struck by psychic attacks, he was there too?" Ambrone pressed.
Lander shook his head. Another clip appeared: Dan waving at a security cara before leaving the stadium.
"What is this?" Ambrone demanded.
"Proof of Alibi," Lander said. "He had already left the stadium when the later attacks occurred."
Ambrone scoffed. "Then he's not our psychic. Attacks of this level don't work without direct line of sight, not even from an S-class."
"Exactly," Dorin agreed. "It couldn't have been him."
Lander folded his arms. "Which is why I said 'yes and no' earlier when you asked if I have a suspect. He may not be the psychic, but Dan Dark is at the center of this puzzle."
Ambrone stood abruptly, his chair scraping back. "You dragged
here for theories and half-baked clues? Call
when you have sothing solid." He stord out.
The room lingered in heavy silence.
"What should we do now?" Dorin asked quietly.
Lander' eyes narrowed. "He still trains at your gym, doesn't he?"
"Yes."
"Then have him checked. Thoroughly."
"No, we can't do that. Not in our gym
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