056 FILLING THE PUZZLE
Dan held his phone tightly, debating whether to power it on. If he did, his mining app would appear right there on the front screen… it was impossible to hide it.
Before he could decide, Dorin snatched it from his hand.
"No…"
"Relax," she said, flashing that teasing smile. "We're not checking whatever smut you've got in there."
"There's no smut," he said flatly.
Lander didn't comnt.
He simply opened a tallic case on the table — a portable container-like machine — and placed the phone inside. The lid sealed with a hiss, and the hum of scanners filled the air.
"What the hell are you doing to my phone?" Dan demanded.
"If we break it, we'll pay you back," Dorin said casually.
Dan's jaw tightened.
"Pay
back? How can you pay
back if you break my phone? The mining app's inside."
A soft beep echoed.
The light on the device shifted between amber and green. Lander leaned closer, watching. It was a portable psychic-wave detector — a crude and simple detector but functional. It was nowhere near the sophistication of the Fortress Myrone system but effective, nonetheless.
Dan hid a smirk. "They'll detect nothing. With this baby machine."
Lander frowned as he opened the box and lifted the phone by its edge, dangling it like evidence. His brows drew together.
"This doesn't make sense…" he muttered.
Dan snatched it back quickly. "Lucky you didn't remove the case," he thought silently — the phone cover was made of a special material designed to block psychic emissions.
"Wait, I'm not done—" Lander began.
"You're done," Dan snapped. "You almost fried my phone in your bloody microwave!"
Lander hesitated, still puzzled.
"What is it, Detective?" Dorin asked.
"I'm sure the psychic readings we tracked ca from him or during the use of his phone," he said, glaring at Dan.
To prove a point, Dan tapped his phone. Dorin's phone started ringing in her pocket.
Lander's eyes narrowed. He pulled out another handheld scanner, and swept it around. The readings were clear. There was no psychic trace in the room.
"Now what?" Dan asked, his tone dripping with irritation. "You people are crazy."
"No, we're not insane," Dorin replied, her tone firm now. "We suspect you're connected to the serial psychic attacks in the city."
Dan blinked. "What serial case? I didn't see the news," he asked, feigning confusion.
Lander leaned in, with his sharp eyes. "Don't you find it odd that so many people near you collapsed into psychic shock? Your classmates — Thas and Onda. Your uncle Ralph. The boy band Sneaker and their bodyguards. The MMA fighters…"
The nas hung in the air like ghosts. Dan stayed silent, his mind running faster than any scanner could read.
"They deserve it
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