Cuscuz de Tapioca

Rodolfo woke up in the middle of the night. This hardly happened but something was tickling his face and as soon as he opened his eyes he found out It was Lucrécia’s long hair that had find its way to his face. He put the strands away, blinking in the darkness of the room.

He looked around to his bed-mates. Tristão had a firm arm around him and holding him closely, keeping him safe even on his sleep. Lucrécia was facing away and looked like she was about to fall down.

Rodolfo reached for her, pulling her closer to his body. Now it seemed right, to have both his lovers surrounding him in a way he could actually feel their warm.

More than that, he could feel Tristão’s breath on his neck, as well as the very soothing beat of his heart against his bareback. Placing one of his hands on Lucrécia’s waist, he could feel her body moving with each breath.

There was something magical about feeling them around that made him feel happy and safe. Like he could sleep and when he woke up, they would still be there. And so they would on the next day. And the next.

If once the Idea bored him now he was feeling quite dependent on that. On knowing he wouldn't be alone. Not anymore.

He thought about his lovers and the blatantly differences between them. Tristão was the tallest and biggest men Rodolfo ever remember meeting while Lucrécia was the tiniest woman he knew - and that was probably the first thing anyone noticed on both of them.

Rodolfo haven’t ever been involved with many men. He could count on his hands. Maybe that’s why he always kept coming back to Tristão. When he desired a men, Tristão was the safest choice and his favorite one.

He had had many women and Lucrécia wouldn't be on his list if he had chosen her based on the same things he choose others. Women were easier to get, on his eyes. He knew how to seduce them. Lucrécia just found her way into his life in a weird way he couldn't really explain.

He had known Tristão since forever. Had been in a non declared relationship with him for longer than he could remember. It seemed like Tristão was part of his routine. There was no important memory of his that Tristão wasn't part of.

He knew Lucrécia for a lot less time. He decided to marry her in an impulse. There was a lot of her he didn’t know or didn't understand. But now she was there and she was to become his routine, a big part of his life as well.

Tristão was steady. He was like earth. Like a tree. A strong and high tree, always there, to support you, to give you shadow, to protect you from the sun. A tree that when you were lost, you just had to look up and find It and you’d know your way home. Calm, gentle. But so, so strong. A reliable presence.

Lucrécia was the unknown. She was like rain, like wind. A force of nature that could be a bless but could also mean destruction. He didn’t know what would come next from Lucrécia, and while It seemed to worry some people, It didn't to him. He could understand some of It, in some level.

They were… Completely different people. And yet he loved them both and choose them to give the only thing he never thought he would - his heart. He gave them the power to hurt him now. Like he had hurt them, several times before.

The thought they could have used It against him was terrifying…. But they didn't. Maybe because they were better people than Rodolfo himself. It was easy to confess that in the middle of the darkness, only to himself, with no one to hear his thoughts.

He had messed up so many times, specially with them… He couldn’t even say anything about his fear of them leaving, as that would be unfair with how much he did to push them away. But maybe they did know.

If Lucrécia decided to leave, for sure and forever, Rodolfo’s wouldn't let anyone new come to his life. No, he would forever maintain the distance, to never believe in someone else again.

If Tristão left him, Rodolfo didn't even think he would survive. Tristão had been there all this time. What would be left of Rodolfo? In what could he believe If that happened? No, Rodolfo would be left in pieces, to never recover any more.

Love was really a dangerous thing. Something that he tried to avoid at all costs, but ultimately couldn't. Because he didn’t want to be alone, after all.

So he prayed they would stay.

And meanwhile, he’d memorize their warm, the way their skin felt against his. Every kiss, every moment. Every detail. 

Because he couldn’t remember a moment where he had been happier in his life. And he didn’t think he could be happier than that.

V stood in front of the mansion of the Diggorys. She wasn’t one to care much about wealth but the difference between that house and the places she used to go, was highly different. The city itself looked better than hers, specially that part. And to think people were living with so, so much less...

She pressed the intercom. Soon, a female voice answered. “Hello, what can I help you.”

V looked directly at the little camera device in the intercom as she showed it her credentials. “Police. I’d like to enter and ask some questions.”

Silence.

“... Fine.” The other girl finally said, but didn’t sound so pleased. The heavy gates opened up with a small click. “You can enter now.”

V made her way to the mansion itself, passing through a garden she had no idea was artificial or not. When she arrived by the door, a girl was waiting for her. She was short and had her hair in old fashioned pigtails, that gave her the impression of being younger then she was.

“Are you Mary Diggory?” V asked, even if she knew the answer.

“Yes. Come in. Do you want to drink something?” She asked, leading her to the main room.

“No, thank you.” 

Mary sat in one of the chairs and V sat on the one opposed to her.

“What do you want, officer?” She could tell Mary was keeping her tone neutral just for show. It was obvious she wasn’t happy with V’s presence, which made things even more suspicious in the Blade Runner’s eyes.

“Is your brother home? My main questions are for him.”

“He isn’t. But he will be soon. Is there something I can help you with meanwhile?”

V passed her the photo of replicant. “Do you know this man?”

Mary took it, but her face didn’t show much emotion. “Yes. I haven’t seen him in years though. Is it about him?” She extended the photo back to V, making eye contact. She seemed calm, but also as if she was challenging V to see some lie.

“Partially. Did you know about what he was?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. He is mostly my brother’s friend. What do you mean by what he was?”

“He was a replicant. One of the old models. He came from the space, rebelling against the orders he received.”

“Really?” Mary seemed genuinely surprised. “Well, he did seem like someone who had seen a lot. But you say was... So, you’re a blade runner then, right?”

“Yes.”

Mary nodded. V had the vague impression that Mary already knew this information.

“He was a good ma- replicant, as far as I know. Even helped people around all the time. On the few occasions we talked, we always discussed the importance of preserving animal life.”

“It seemed like he had helped your brother somehow. Any clue about that?”

“No. He did donate some money to our institute. Could be that.”

“You mean the one you created for restoration of natural fauna and flora? Didn’t seem like your brother was involved on that.”

“He is my partner in the business, even if it’s one my name.” She hugged herself, clearly uncomfortable with V’s presence. “But if this man was a replicant and you killed him, why are you here asking us questions about him?”

“He wasn’t the only one who escaped in his group. We’re trying to find the others and your brother’s name came up during investigation. Maybe he knows something.”

“I don’t think so. He would have told me, he probably didn’t know as well. We didn’t see him that much anyway.

“But you did say he was more of your brother’s friend. Do you know how they met?”

This made Mary delay a bit to answer and when she did, it seemed like she was losing a bit of her cool. “Yes, we met by chance, during our time in the city. Ced was there for business reasons. I don’t think tracing back all my brother’s conversations will help your case. You want to know about the others, don’t you? Why don’t you show their faces or something then?”

“I want to determine what you know first.”

“We didn’t know he was a replicant! If he did mention someone else, we wouldn’t think this person to be a replicant. You should be done already with your questions!”

“I decide when I’m done.” V felt herself going to a rather childish tone and Mary seemed to be joining her.

“Now you’re abusing your power!”

“What? Do you even know what’s that?”

Mary opened her mouth, ready to say exactly what she thought about V’s ‘intrusion’ when a male voice behind them called.

“Mary, who is that? A friend?”

“Never!” She answered, puffing her cheeks at his brother for the idea. “She is an officer. She’s actually here to talk to you...”

“In private.” V stood up quickly. “If it’s not a problem.” She said looking pointedly at Mary.

She delayed a bit, clearly not pleased but went to the other room. “Fine.”

It was not her and Cedric. She looked at him and he extended a hand. 

“Hello, miss...?”

“V.” She shook his hand and took her previous place, while Cedric took Mary’s.

“So, how can I help you?”

She took a copy of the original photo and showed to him. “Do you remember this photo?”

“Yes. Yes, of course.” He took the photo, looking surprised. “How do you have it, something happened to Andrew?”

“Did you know he was a fugitive?”

“Fugitive? Well, I know the guy is big but he didn’t seem like a criminal. What do you mean?”

“You didn’t know he was a replicant, then?”

“No. But it wouldn’t have made much difference for me, to tell the truth. I work with replicants. You’re one. I don’t mind them at all. But I would never imagine he was a rebellious one.”

“In the back, is it your writing?”

He turned the photo on his hands.

“Yes.”

“What does that help he gave you entail?”

“I was a bit lost on the city back then, when we first met. I almost lost a very important meeting because I didn’t know where it was supposed to be. He helped me then. That’s how we became friends. I met him the other times I was there and he donated money to my sister’s and mine’s institution. I had a lot to thank him, really.”

“And the next sentence? It seems like you spent a lot of time with him.”

“The last time we were there, I had more free time and we could hang out more. But my business there were done and I didn’t think I’d go there in a while and I really didn’t.” He stopped then his expression changed into a worried one. “Andrew... Is he-- is he dead?”

“Yes.”

“Did you kill him?”

She delayed. His expression made it harder for her to say, somehow. “Yes.”

He nodded, looking to the floor. It seemed like he was restraining his emotions. “I understand.” He said, in a lower tone.

“Did you now any friends of him? Any ‘family’?”

“No one that he had ever mentioned. He said he didn’t have a family.”

V thought a bit about all she had heard. He did seem honest about all he said.

“If you knew he was a rebellious replicant, would you call the police?”

He thought about it for a moment and sighed.

“... I can’t lie to you. I wouldn’t.”

 V was left with not much to say.

“Ok. Thank you for your time.” She stood up. “But one last question. Do you know a Jorge?”

“Jorge? I don’t really remember this name.”

“He is a waiter. In the place that photo was taken.”

“Right, the waiter. What about him?”

“Nothing, never mind. Thank you for answering my questions.”

“I’m always willing to help.” He smiled. V looked into his eyes and got a weird impression she didn’t know really what it was. 

She made her way to the door and Mary reappeared. 

“I will go with her.”

“Fine, then.” Cedric smiled and Mary smiled back to him.

Once they were out of the house, V expected Mary to say something but she didn’t. They made their way through the garden in silence.

When Mary was opening the portal though, she decided to finally say something. “I hope you have learnt to be less nosy.”

“It’s called ‘investigating’. It’s not so hard to understand the concept. Want me to explain?” Answered V, already prepared for any comeback.

“Well, level up your investigating skills and stop losing people’s time. I wonder what your boss will say about you wasting resources to come here.” Mary closed the portal on her face. “You better get going.”

“My boss will be pleasure to know how you treat officers. Don’t act surprised when you receive a note about disrespecting law officers.

Mary huffed and went back to the mansion.

------

On the way back, V thought about all she got so far. Not really much it did seem like she had lost her time, but Mary was far too defensive someone who had nothing to worry. And Cedric... The vibes she got from him...

Following a weak lead, she didn’t go back to the police station. Instead, she made her way to Wallace corporation.

Once there, she approached the reception where she was greeted by cheerful blonde and blue eyed replicant. She was an overweight model, a model that was made a while ago to show some ‘diversity’ but didn’t sell well; People wanted their replicants to be ‘perfect in every aspect’. A replicant who had flaws and could be mistaken by a normal person wasn’t so attractive. Still, V found the model very charming, specially when she smiled at her.

“Hello and welcome! How can I help you?”

V showed her credentials. “I want to check a client’s backstory.”

The girl seemed to brighten up to see she was from the police.

“Of course! It’s an honour to help the law! What’s the client you’re looking for?”

“The Diggory family.”

The receptionist typed in her computer fast. V saw a name tag on her. Patty. It wasn’t uncommon to replicants of this sort of service to have random names to help the clients dealing with them.

“They have a large registre. Most of the replicants bought were for their business of environment monitoring. Want to look someting specific?”

“What’s their most recent acquisitions?”

“Hmm....” Patty typed more things. “Ah. Sorry, their last transaction is marked here as confidential. I don’t really have access.”

“Can you tell me when it was?”

“Around three years ago.”

V thought about it.

“Is there a way I can know if a replicant was the one bought on this date without looking at the registers?”

“Well...” Patty thought about it. “I don’t know if I should tell you that but helping the police is a priority, I think. if you had DNA samples or the code of the model, then I’d be able to see if it was from that one transaction.”

“Hm. I see. Thank you so much, Patty.” She smiled to the blonde, who smiled back.

“You’re welcome! I’m happy to help-- And sorry I couldn’t do much.”

“You did enough.” 

It wasn’t hard to track him down once she knew where he worked and found where he lived. She could had gone directly to his place, but decided to watch him for a little bit.

So, she was again at that cafe but she didn’t enter it. Instead, she maintained a good distance of it, waiting for that one waiter to exit. Soon, as she already knew, he did and she followed him from a safe distance. She wore dark and different clothes, that made her mix with the people on the streets. The good part of living in a city as overpopulated was when you needed a cover.

She watched as he made his way, nodding at people on the streets and most likely greeting them, even if most didn’t even acknowledge his presence and kept their rushed paces and empty eyes. Jorge walked in a slow and careless way, as if he was enjoying the view even if the streets were clearly visually polluted with holograms appearing in middle street and signs flashing everywhere and the loud voice of the traffic light telling people when to go and when to stop.

It made following him easy but she had to be extra careful to not end up going faster than him and maintain the same distance. Anyway, she knew place was nearby and they should be arriving soon.

But of course, he didn’t follow her expectations as he seemed to be taking a longer route and turning into a street he wasn’t supposed to.

He stopped at a ramem shop, talked to an elderly Asian woman who seemed very fond of him by the way they both laughed and she seemed to scold him for whatever reason. He bought something for travel she couldn’t tell by the distance and in some minutes he was leaving, giving the woman a peck on her cheek before continuing.

Even if he didn’t turn right away to where he was, he entered smaller alley and seemed to be making his way to his home now. She choose to let him go first, as less people were on that alley and just after some minutes she followed.

She found him not far away from there. Talking to a group of girls. She quickly recognized by their clothes and the bright sign right behind them that they were replicant prostitutes. 

She made a scoffing sound, not very surprised by it. No wonder he was so intent of flirting with her. Really the type to see them as merely dolls. 

The girls seemed to know him as they were very close to him and touching him, talking intently as if it wasn’t the first time they saw each other. Jorge seemed to be charming them and they were all falling for it, either because they were programmed to it or not.

She didn’t like seeing that scene and wasn’t very fond of the idea of staying and watching so she walked past them, using the other side of the street and went to where his place was. She just hoped whatever ‘business’ he’d have with those girls, she didn’t have to wait much.

But, contrary to what she expected, soon she saw him approaching. She was already well hidden in the shadows of a large pilaster, close to a group of apparently homeless men.

She waited until he was in front of the small metal door in the bigger building, away from it’s main entrance to approach him quietly. 

He was taking a moment fighting for his keys and as soon as he opened it, she decided to talk.

“I’d like to enter as well, If it’s not a problem.” Her voice was cold and demanding.

He didn’t turn right away, seemed surprised but quickly letting a smile cross his features as he looked at her.

“Officer Vie, what a pleasure. Came for the massage?”

“Inside. Now.”

He kept the smile as if he had just won something and open the door fully. “Ladies first.” 

She entered the small corridor, being followed by them. It was small and long and whatever that place used to be, it certainly wasn’t a living place before.

After that corridor, they arrived at the part kitchen, part living room. He had a sofa bed and it was turned into a bed, pillows and blankets on it, messy as if he had just been there. The sink was full and there were clothes in the ground. Typically a place of someone who lived alone and didn’t care much about organization.

“Sorry for the mess. I wasn’t really expecting company today...” She turned at him and he continued, his smile dropping a bit and looking at her with knowing eyes. “... Although I did expect you to come.” He moved to the kitchen side of the room. “Hungry? I bought ramem for myself but I have some food ind the fridge so you can have it if you want to.” He said, leaving the aforementioned food on the small table and he went for the drawers.

“You were a memory maker in an upgrade center, five years ago. I wonder what you’re doing in a cafeteria now, with this curriculum.” She said, ignoring his question.

“Well” He began as he finally found a fork. “If you did your research well, you also know it was closed, five years ago. It’s hard to compete with the Stelline Laboratories, you know? They say Miss Stelline makes the best memories.” He put the fork besides the ramem’s box and leans on the table, looking at V. “Mister Wallace only wants the best of the best of course. I had my own complications and after working alone for so long, I wanted to start something new and be closer to people. But you’re not here to discuss my job choices, are you?”

“You lied about not knowing their names that day. I could tell.”

He looked away, clearly not liking it but sighing, knowing he had nowhere else to go. “Touché.” He said looking up. “Can you really blame me? I don’t know what you want from them and they’re good people. I don’t like how most of the police hands justice nowadays. I didn’t lie about not knowing where they live, though.”

“I want a name.”

“Cedric Diggory.”

“Is this all you know?”

“Yes.”

She nodded, as if she did believe him and moved as if she was about to leave. But on a quick movement, she approached  and immobilized him from behind, slamming him into the wall.

“Wow. Didn’t know you were into SM.” He laughed and she put he gun against his head, making him instantly go serious.

“Is this all you really know? What about that hotel?”

“Grand Hotel. But they had been there years ago I don’t think this will help much.”

“What else?”

“That’s all.”

She forced the gun against his head and he closed his eyes.

“What else?”

“That’s all! That’s all! I swear!”

“Your relation with them?”

“Just their waiter! I just grew fond of them, they’re very nice people! I swear!”

She considered it for a minute. She didn’t have any proof against him or any clue on how that replicant could be related to this Cedric. Interrogating Jorge now could be a waste of time.

She let him go. 

“Fine. For now.”

“Geez, you’re a hard one, aren’t you?” Jorge said as he fixed his clothes from the way she had hold him. “Too bad this just makes you look more attractive.”

How. Dared. Him. Really.

“I’m not like one of those girls back there. Stop.” She said, and she knew she wasn’t just feeling irritated, but her face was showing it, with a frustrated frown.

“Those girls--- Oh, you were stalking me? How cute! Those girls are just friends. You might not believe but I didn’t really have anything with them. Might not seen like it but I don’t like the coldness of money exchange for something like that.”

“They’re replicants. I’m a replicant.” She said, for no reason she could tell. She just wanted hi to follow what everyone else did and not frustrate her by his weird ways.

“Yeah, and... ?” He really seemed clueless.

She sighed. “Ok, never mind. I’m out.”

“Aw, really? Aren’t you even going to stay for dinner? I’m sure I have candles somewhere I could lit up.”

She opened her mouth, a million retorts in her mind but at the same time not knowing what do say. “I really don’t like you”. She ended up saying instead.

“Ouch.” He put a hand over his heart and again putted on the kicked puppy face. “I’m sorry for existing, Vie.”

“You better really be.” She answered. Again this Vie. Ugh.

“Nah, I’m really really not. Many people do like me, did you know? You will too, we just need more time together.”

She was about to retort when she realized she should had been gone minutes ago.

“I don’t know why i’m still talking to you. Open the door, I want to leave.”

He went to the door and she followed but didn't let her go without one last phrase.

“I know I’m irresistible. Now that you know where i live, feel free to pass by when you’re free, officer.” He winked and closed the door before she could make a scene. Honestly.

-------

Upon searching the names Cedric and Mary Diggory, she quickly got information on them. Seemed like they were from a somewhat wealth family and they both had been orphaned when the younger girls turned 17. There was some brief topics over their names of apparitions in important parties, but nothing really relevant to her case. But she had an address and that’s was what mattered now.

-------

“That guy then, Jorge, he seems like a very suspicious type. Are you sure that’s all he knows?” Mari asked. Today they were at her apartment, lazing on her coach.

“No, but I don’t have proof or a clue of what exactly I want to know without making him aware of the case. He probably say the replicant but by the way he acts, he probably treated him as any other costumer. Besides, by the lighting in the photo, whoever took the photo couldn’t be him. His turn just begins later.” V explained.

“Wow, you really did your research on him.”

“Just doing my work.” V answered far too quick for her own taste. “He was also a memory maker.”

“Memory maker?” Mari leaned back in surprise. “Wow. Never met one before.”

V nodded. The job of a memory maker was to fabricate memories for the replicants. Every replicant had memories, that were to help them to deal better with human emotions and stabilize them, but all of them knew their memories of childhood and teen years were fake.

“Do you ever wonder about your memories?” Mari asked.

“Not much. Why wondering about something I know never happened?”

“Well, yes. But It’s fun”. She shrugged. she leaned her head in the sofa, looking up. “My favourite one is a childhood memory. I’m in the garden playing with a smaller boy, chasing him with a hose.” She grinned. “He is my younger brother. His name is Matthew but I prefer to call him Matt.”

V just nodded along, having nothing to say on the matter and jsut letting Mari daydream.

“I have other memories with him. It makes me wonder if there’s anther replicant somewhere who have memories of me. The real Matthew.” 

She kept staring at the nothing and V looked on her way, feeling bad for her inside but couldn’t bring herself to say much.

“What are your memories, V?” Mari looked at her and V felt a hint of disappointment for coming back to being one letter again. She might be getting attached to that ‘Vie’ story, even if she still didn’t like Jorge. “You never tell me about it.

V smiled weakly, mimicking her and leaning her head so she can stare at the ceiling. “Nothing like yours. I’m an only child. I have good grades on school.”

“That’s all?” Mari sounded disappointed.

“Well, education is very important I don’t know how you can think this is not a good memory.” She looked at her friend and Mari laughed. V joined and they relished the moment for a bit. Then, they fell into silence each one to heir own thoughts. Mari had that fierce dreamy stare and V closed her eyes.

The memories were just tools to make them more sympathetic. There wasn’t anything bigger about that. They didn’t create a special story for each of them and there certainly weren’t replicants with matching memories as Mari liked to think. 

She wondered if those things Mari said, were only to keep her sane and that she didn’t believe in it.

The eyes - made of the same material as hers - tainted her fingers red as she put them on a plastic bag. Eyes that would never see again, a mutilated body and the proof the retirement was a success. That was what she was left with after each one of her missions. 

She put the plastic on her overcoat. At least this time she met a silent one, who was more eager to eliminate her than to talk about the whole situation. She cleaned her bloody fingers on her pants while she looked around.

That replicant had chosen to hid in a highly unlikely place: among common humans. It was a wonder he wasn’t caught before and that no one realized it. Or, he had just murderer whoever realized what he was. That’s what the human officers would say at least.

She ignored the body in the centre of the room as she approached the furniture and inspected it closely. The place seemed way more cosy than her own home. But it was not like she couldn’t afford it, it just that it seemed pointless. 

She stopped by a sideboard. It was the part that brought more personality to the house, as it had several portraits. She took a closer look. Most where random scenarios, apparently places he had been. It was weird to see things through his eyes. The shots were of common places in the city, even places that would be considered ugly normally but in the photo frames it seemed to carry some weird sense of beauty that was a bit unsettling for V. She then moved her eyes to the most different photo of all. In it there was the replicant she just killed and another person. A young male, tall but not as tall as the replicant, dark haired, fair skinned and well-built. There was no doubt he was attractive, with chiseled features and bright eyes.

V took the photo frame, examining it and taking the photo out. Behind the photo there were some words, in a lazy but neat enough calligraphy. “Thank you for all your help. Those were nice days. Hopefully we will meet again in the future” she read.

She looked back at the photo again. There was... Something about this guy. She tucked it on her coat as well. She’d let her boss say if it was something worth investigating or not.

----

"Officer VNM - 1.5, let's begin. Ready?" The voice of the interrogator said as soon as she positioned herself in the re calibration room.   

“Yes, sir.” 

"Recite your baseline."

“And blood-black nothingness began to spin... A system of cells interlinked within cells interlinked within cells interlinked within one stem... And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played." The dialogue was one very known and she answered quickly, barely blinking.

“Cells.”

“Cells.”

"Have you ever been in an institution? Cells."

“Cells.”

"Do they keep you in a cell? Cells."

“Cells.”

"When you're not performing your duties do they keep you in a little box? Cells."

“Cells.”

"Interlinked."

"Interlinked."

"What's it like to hold the hand of someone you love? Interlinked."

"Interlinked."

"Did they teach you how to feel finger to finger? Interlinked."

"Interlinked."

"Do you long for having your heart interlinked? Interlinked."

"Interlinked."

"Do you dream about being interlinked... ?"

"Interlinked."

"What's it like to hold your child in your arms? Interlinked."

"Interlinked."

"Do you feel that there's a part of you that's missing? Interlinked."

"Interlinked."

"Within cells interlinked."  

"Within cells interlinked."

"Why don't you say that three times: Within cells interlinked."

"Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked. Within cells interlinked."

"We're done... Constant V, you can pick up your bonus.”

-------

As soon as she left the re calibration room and picked up her bonus, she went to see her boss, who had already received the scanned version of the photo and asked her to come to talk in person.

V noticed she looked agitated when she entered her office. 

“Ah, it’s you.” It was clear that she was expecting someone else, that most likely would bring news to make her less anxious. “Well, let’s take a look on what you found.”

V handed her the photo and she sighed, examining it.

“... And now this.” She mumbled before looking up again. “Well, you better check it out. Could it be this man didn’t know about the replicant’s identity or he could have been helping him to hide. Anyway, I want a full report on it. With luck, we might get the other replicants of the group.”