Zunoder should have had no way to call JJ's panel.
That was the first useful fact, and JJ grabbed it before fear could make the room stupid. Her wrist screen burned pink-white around the edges while Ty's stolen voice filled Lost Property with a softness that belonged to someone else.
"Sponsor. How much did you pay for the wrong half?"
Ty reached for the panel.
JJ pulled it back against her chest.
"Keep your hand off the line until we know what he touched."
Ty's flame tightened around his skull.
"He is using my voice, and he knows exactly where to press."
"Badly enough that the room can hear the theft."
Zunoder laughed through the speaker. The sound made the black case tap once.
Everyone heard it.
Omina turned from the clerk. JJ lifted the panel higher, angling it away from Ty's hand and toward the office record.
"You are on a sponsor line. That means you routed through my estate claim, the arena feed, or stolen contestant identity. Choose the door you used."
