Chapter 127
Dafa's POV: We Don't Have Time
The deeper we dug into Thorne's life, the less sense it made.
On the surface, he fit the story too well. A brilliant botanist. Specialized in bio-weaponry. A mind sharp enough to scare people. His academic record was clean, even impressive. His research had once been praised as groundbreaking.
Then it stopped.
Promotions passed him by. Grants were denied without clear reason. Invitations dried up. Somewhere along the way, he earned the label difficult. Then unstable. Then forgettable. The kind of man institutions quietly push into corners and pretend not to hear anymore.
"He's got motive," Captain Rien said, standing beside me as the files scrolled across the main screen. "He's angry. Bitter. And he has the skills to build something like this."
It made sense. Too much sense.
But when we looked closer, the narative stopped lining up.
