Zoe is dead? That must be why she’s not in the system. But if Zoe’s not in the system, does that mean we’re all dead? No. It could just be a coincidence. It has to be. Jasmine is eyeing me suspiciously. I need to say something. “Well, you know, art becomes more valuable after someone dies.” “Hmm.” She shrugs. “I guess it has been about thirty years now.” Oh God. That means Zoe must have died not long after we returned from this trip to the future. It can’t be a coincidence. It’s all connected somehow—the conversation with the scientists, the empty building and the wrong year, and now this. “How exactly did your sister die?” Adam asks. “Not sure that’s any of your business really, but she was murdered.” Murdered. The word hangs over us, sending chills through me. Someone starts wailing, probably Zoe.
