Black Network のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Dominic hit the pavement like a bag of wet gravel. Lina caught him by the good arm, her bare feet skidding on the slick stone. She braced her weight, teeth gritted against the chill. She was wearing nothing but a man’s oversized white shirt, now soaked translucent and clinging to her skin like a second layer of grief. "Don't you dare die here, Dominic. I’m no""The bleeding is... an opinion," Dominic wheezed, his back against a weeping brick wall. Above, a helicopter thrashed the clouds. "Move south. Keep your head down.""Watch where you step," Dominic muttered, his face the color of wood ash. "The glass here will strip the skin off your feet.""I stopped feeling my feet ten blocks ago. Talk to me about the grid. Why aren't the sirens getting closer?""The precinct captain’s a businessman, Lina. He’s waiting to see whose check clears tomorrow. He doesn't arrest winners. He only picks up the trash."A flashlight beam slashed the darkness. They dove into a recessed doorway that smelle

Dominic sat on the floor, teeth gritted as he pulled his bootlace tight using his good hand and his teeth. "The name," Lina said. She sat on the edge of the pew, rubbing her numb toes. "It’s in the ledger three times.""We talked about the name," Dominic grunted."We talked about what it means. We didn't talk about how to prove it." Lina looked toward the altar. "Your lawyer, Ella Khan. She built the walls, didn't she? She’s the one who knows who’s behind the alias.""Ella’s smart. She doesn't leave trails.""Everyone leaves a trail, Dominic. Even her. She’s got a backup somewhere. Likely in her firm’s vault."Dominic tucked the lace into his boot. He stood up, his arm resting in the white cotton sling. He looked shaky, but he wasn't going to fall. "Victor first. The papers can wait.""Don't forget the names," Lina said. "I’m repeating them so they don't slip. If I lose those numbers, we’ve got nothing.""You okay?""Tired. But the mechanics still work."Dominic reached down and pick

Lina stared at the paper. She had written a sentence about the city and its secrets, then erased it until the page was thin and grey. "You're not writing the article?" Dominic asked. He looked older in the yellow light, his skin the color of wet sand."Articles don't put people in jail," Lina said. "Names do."She started over. She wrote account numbers. She wrote routing codes. No adjectives, just the facts. She scrawled out the precinct captain’s take—ten grand every month."Ten thousand?" she asked."Every first Tuesday," Dominic said. "Like clockwork. Until the clock stopped tonight."Lina kept writing. She drew lines between the Cyprus accounts and the zoning board. She wrote the name of Blankenship’s brother-in-law. She wrote until the pencil was a stub of wood.She pushed the folder across the table. It slid over the rough grain and stopped at Dominic’s hand."Everything’s in there. The whole dirty map."Dominic didn't open it. "I know what’s in there. I lived it.""We need th

Dominic sat on the concrete, loading the magazine. The spring was stiff. He pressed his thumb down hard until the last brass casing slid into place. He slammed the mag into the grip. It made a solid, metallic click.The radio on the rack hissed with static. A voice came through, thin and scratchy. " Travis is gone. The freighter’s moving. The dock is empty."Dominic didn't pick up the mic. He just sat there."What does it mean?" Lina asked. She was leaning against the wall, watching him."It means Victor’s a dead man," Dominic said. "Travis isn't a martyr. He took his iron and he left.""Victor has his own men.""Men go where the money is. Tomorrow morning, when the payroll doesn't hit, they’ll stop shooting. Right now, they’ve only got what’s in their pockets."Lina pulled the hard drive from her coat and set it on the floor. It hit the cement with a dull thud. "Then let's finish it. I'm going to see Sara Palmer.""It's a trap, Lina. That warehouse is a graveyard.""If I stay here, I

The report was finished before the sun came up. Lina sat at the terminal. She wrote it clean. She used short sentences. She used the names and the numbers. She copied the file to the flash drive. It was a small piece of plastic.Dominic stood by the door. He looked at his bandage, then at her."I’ll send a couple of boys with you," Dominic said."No," Lina said."The street is full of them, Lina. Victor isn't sleeping.""Let him stay awake. I don't need help.""Suit yourself," Dominic said. He moved out of her way.Lina walked out. The sun was up but the air was cold. She walked for twenty minutes. She did not look back. If they were there, they were there.She pushed through the glass doors of the Herald. The woman at the desk looked up."Rossi? You’re not working today," she said.Lina kept moving toward the elevators. "I have a deadline.""Wait! I have to call Perla. You can't—""Don't bother," Lina said.The elevator doors shut. She watched the numbers. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. The