Six days after the review, Mina called Karl at two AM Minneapolis time, which was midnight in Seattle, and told him his pack elder was dead.Karl took the call in the hallway. I heard his voice change through the wall — not breaking, not loud, just dropping to something very quiet and very still that I had learned meant something significant had landed.I was at the doorway before he hung up.He looked at me."Gideon," he said. His pack elder. The man who had given Karl his first assignment, who had routed him to the university, who had — unknowingly — been used by Holt's network to position Karl near me. "Heart failure. An hour ago.""Karl," I said."He was seventy-four," he said. Factual. The way he processed large things initially — through the data, before the weight of it arrived. "He'd been slowing down for two years. I knew it was coming.""Knowing doesn't make it—" I started."No," he said. "It doesn't."He sat on the floor. Not collapsed — deliberate. The same thing Cam did i
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