Gotta get this finished up and sent out.
The conversation did not go well. Indeed, it did not go at all. Miller wasn’t answering her calls, and a knock on her door proved unresponsive. More damningly, the sensors in her quarters were either switched off, or just ripped out. There was no way to tell if she was in there without actually going inside.
Tobias almost engaged an override on the spot, but two things stopped him. First: there was the chance that this was an elaborate trap of some kind, which meant that bringing in a Security team to check the door was a good idea. Second: there was a somewhat higher chance that Miller had suicided inside the apartment, or done something even more horrible to herself. Short but intense experience had shown that you wanted other people along when you finally broke down the door.
There was nobody in the room, though. There was very little of anything at all, in fact. Whatever Catherine Miller’s other sins were, she had been scrupulous in donating her extra possessions to the communal stores. What items were still there were scattered and disorganized, looking like someone had gone through them with great haste.