It had been an artifact, a misfired synapse, an over-interpretation of a wavering of a signal. She’d been so afraid of the computer hiding things from her, but was this the alternative? Without Em to help manage the flow of data, would she keep seeing the impossible? Hanmei had died nineteen years ago. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Em’s voice. Not real, not real, all of this is normal.
No body no crime baby!
