"We may have to face the truth, Sarah." I sighed.

"Truth?" Sarah asked.

"That he's a criminal." I replied.

"Or that the Dealer affected him somehow." Sarah replied. "That blood on your uniform from him, I tested it and I got a chemical feedback. Some new chemical that the Dealer was putting out. I'm looking for an antidote, but it may take a while."

I looked at Sam, whose uniform had been replaced kwa civilian clothes and his utility ukanda taken away, still unconscious on the kitanda where we had handcuffed him.

"How long should it take?" I asked.

"As long as wewe make it." Sarah replied.

"What?"

"The computer files that contain the antidote are in a salama house downtown. I'm going to keep an eye on Sam, wewe need to go get it."

"Why me?"

"Two reasons: If wewe encounter trouble, wewe can handle it, my crime-fighting skills are a little rusty." 

"You actually fought crime?" I asked.

Sarah ignored my swali and continued. "Plus, wewe would be the only one who would have the code to get in." 

"Say what?" I asked.

"He only gives the code to those closest to him. That would be you." Sarah said.

"Why wouldn't he give it to you?" I asked.

Sarah's expression turned sour. "Hurry, our time runs short."