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Chapter 291

I don’t have to look at the clock to know that sunrise is hours away. I just keep working, following the kill trail, and let Lucas match my pace, column for column, word for word. We don’t talk about anything that isn’t the case. We don’t talk about what happened in the corridor, or in the conferen

Chapter 292

“We need to verify the shell’s registration,” I say, already thinking ahead. “If the agent is real, we subpoena. If not—” “—we go to the judge with what we have,” he finishes. He’s already reaching for his phone, thumb flying over the keys. I watch him for a second—his focus, his certainty, the co

Chapter 293

The city at two a.m. is a river of jaundiced light, facades throwing themselves across glass and dying, the air heavy with static and the kind of cold that tastes like spent electricity. I’m in the war room, the only island of movement for forty floors, every surface hard and unforgiving under fluor

Chapter 294

At the edge of the table, our shoulders brush. The contact is accidental the first time, then less so. Neither of us acknowledges it. He slides a deposition my way, one finger marking the section that matters. “She’s lying,” he says. “Check the timestamp.” I read it, and he’s right—the interview j

Chapter 295

The war-room is a box of dark glass and exhaustion. I can see the city in negative, every light doubled and blurred, raindrops streaking down the floor-to-ceiling window in irregular pulses. The only real illumination comes from the desk lamp—a single halogen column burning through shadows, flatteni

Chapter 296

My skin goes tight at the back of my neck. “How considerate.” He lets the jab land. He deserves it, and he knows it. He pushes the folder forward, but keeps two fingers on it, as if it might fly away if not anchored. The tremor in his wrist is so slight most people would miss it. I’m not most peopl

Chapter 297

“She’s your informant?” I ask, flat. He shakes his head, once. “She’s my sister.” The sentence lands with the weight of a dropped anvil, flattening the air between us. I go still. My knuckles whiten around the pen. For the first time in years, I actually stop breathing for a beat. I set the pen d

Chapter 298

I turn, slowly, and look at him. The wolf inside is quiet, attentive, ready to see if this man is a threat or an ally. Lucas meets my gaze, not backing down. Not this time. I cross to the table, pick up the pen, and set it down exactly where it belongs. “Next time,” I say, voice so even it’s almo

Chapter 299

The rain’s ramped up since sunset, gone from window dressing to full performance: droplets ricocheting down the glass in fat, shivering streaks, each line gathering speed before splintering against the aluminum frame. At this hour, the city’s more abstraction than place—just a haze of sodium arcs an

Chapter 300

“I had a sister,” Lucas says, and the words are so out of register for him that I almost miss them. My brain latches onto the tense: had. He lets the word hang, as if giving it permission to hurt. “She was younger, smarter, meaner. Used to say the only thing worth being in this world was necessary.

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