Adam looked at the manager with a faint frown when she repeated his question.
"Didn't you check the arcade?" he asked, genuine confusion creeping into his voice.
Even with the veil obscuring most of her face, the manager's bewilderment was obvious, "We have no records of Henry or any of his people visiting an arcade."
That answer only deepened Adam's confusion.
Without wasting time, the manager quickly pulled up Henry's movement logs. A holographic display bloomed above the table, listing every location Henry had visited during his stay in the sector, each one accompanied by timestamps and video surveillance.
The heirs leaned forward instinctively.
The coverage was… thorough.
Painfully so.
Every street, every building, every stop Henry had made was accounted for. Nothing was missing.
