Almost all five liters of it, some of it soaking into the white rug, ruined beyond repair. Just a few days ago, Tila had been in that original room in Zenith, entertaining, joking, flirting, laughing. I can imagine it so clearly now, after being there last night. What happened? What changed?

I want to understand everything—whether she’d known this Vuk she’d attacked, and if so, how, and from where. I move around the bubble, Detective Nazarin watching my every reaction. His brown eyes have flecks of gold in them.

I don’t know what he wants me to find—if there is anything to find. There are empty glasses on the replicated coffee table. Most are overturned or shattered, but a wine glass is still upright and unbroken, the imprint of lipstick on its glass. Purple, the same shade I painted my lips last night. I try to remember if it was the same color Tila was wearing on Thursday night. I only saw her for those few moments before they took her away. The make-up, half-smeared across her face by rain, tears and wiped-away blood. It must have been purple lipstick.

“Have they done the autopsy?” I ask.

“Yes. They sent through the report and a possible re-creation. I can show it to you. Are you sure you want to see it?”

I nod, even though watching it is the last thing I want to do.

He takes out his tablet and places it next to him on the sofa. He presses a button and a little holographic display comes up. He could have streamed it right to my implants, but I appreciate him putting it on the tablet instead. It gives me the illusion of distance.

Three-dimensional holograms appear and, unlike the solid-looking crime scene around us, these are as transparent as ghosts.

Vuk is laughing, knocking back champagne. He has a similar look to Nazarin—bulky and muscular, with short-buzzed hair. But where Nazarin’s features are strong, Vuk’s are almost delicate, the features too small for his face. He sets down the glasses, chatting with his friends. Tila perches next to him, her legs crossed, as she sips from a wine glass. It’s a re-creation from the infrared sensors at Zenith, so their expressions are only the bare minimum—a huge smile or no emotion at all. One by one, the other people leave, until Vuk and Tila are alone.