“Why couldn’t we find her?”
Tivid looked at me.
“Name variation.”
“Fix it.”
“Harper—”
“Original name.”
He opened a blank field.
“Original script.”
Another.
“Phonetic version.”
Another.
“Preferred spoken name.”
Another.
“Species naming order.”
Another.
“Physical identifiers only if the person agrees.”
Another.
“Family links.”
“Already present.”
“Not enough. Family links by relationship and by contact permission.”
Tivid paused.
“Explain.”
“Someone may be someone’s mother and still not have permission to know where they are.”
Scarlet nodded.
“Yep.”
Tivid entered it.
“Medical aliases.”
Entered.
“Transport aliases.”
Entered.