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Transport had registered K. Sar.
Supply had her under a species identifier and bunk number.
And the family search system had nothing.
I discovered the problem because a gray-haired woman named Vessa grabbed my arm outside intake.
“My daughter.”
I stopped.
“What about her?”
“You sent.”
My stomach dropped.
“Sent where?”
“Ship.”
“What ship?”
She said a name the translator rendered three different ways.
None matched anything on my slate.
“Slow down.”
“She was here.”
“When?”
“Morning.”
“Medical?”
“Yes.”
“Then?”
“Gone.”
Gone.
The word hit every alarm in my body.
I found Tivid.
Fast.
“Kaeli Sar.”
He searched.
“No record.”
“Try Kayli Saar.”
