"I think I can tell you why he wanted me dead," Evan said. "He thinks I was sleeping with his mistress."
The revolutionary's laughter filled the room.
"I'm serious." Evan blushed with embarrassment as the laughter continued. "He was going off about taking what was his and started calling her a whore and all that right before the accident. He was out of his mind with jealousy." Continue reading
"So what exactly do you need me for?" Evan asked. "I don't know anything about his dealings. I'm just a scientist."
Isis smiled, reached across the table and patted his hand. "That is exactly what we've been trying to figure out." She sat back in her chair and said, "As much of a bastard as Aldric might be, he doesn't usually go around trying to assassinate someone, especially when the risk of collateral damage is so high." She closed one eye and pointed her finger at Evan like it was a gun. "There is something about you that made him twitch, and I want to know what it is."
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Evan stared at Isis with his mouth hanging open. He knew that Aldric was ruthless, but until very recently he thought the man was still one of the good guys. His insistence that power be free to everyone and his resistance toward the military always made it look like he opposed the status quo system that had seen humanity plunged into war after war, but that was all it was, a cleverly constructed appearance.
"Son of a bitch," he said. "Do you have any proof that he was behind it?"
"Just some good old fashioned common sense," Isis said, "nothing we could hang him with.