"They know," Damien repeated.He said it quietly, looking at the road ahead, filing it rather than reacting to it."Who is the contact," I said. "The one inside Cross Corporation.""Dorn doesn't have a name yet," Valour said. "Just the message and the timestamp. He's working on the number.""How long," Damien said."An hour. Maybe less if the number is traceable."In the back seat Lyra was very still. I could feel her stillness — the specific quality of someone calculating the cost of both options."Lyra," I said.She looked at me."Do you know who the contact is," I said. "Inside Cross Corporation."A pause."I saw a name," she said carefully. "In the files. I didn't have the context to understand whether it was relevant. I didn't put it on the drive." She paused. "But I remembered it. Every detail I saw in those files, I memorised. Because I understood they were the only thing I had.""What name," Damien said.She told him.Valour went very still in the front seat.Damien said nothi
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