Omega Bound
A small vial, glass I pick it up carefully, holding it under light.
A broken vial, thin, medical grade, I focus inhaling again, deeper and focused, separating the scent layered into the fabric.
One is familiar, Julian the driver, cataloged dead, but there's another, sharper.
I straighten slowly, clutching the broken ID in one hand and the vial in another hand.
The other scent belongs to someone else, the driver didn’t act alone, speaking into the comm. “Finn, the person who rode this truck is still alive,” my fingers tighten around the evidence.