His Queen of Chaos
I looked at Naomi.
"When he calls, I want it traced to the second. And I want the ledger already copied nine ways, the flash drive, the physical pages, everything, cloned and stashed and sent to people even I can't reach in a hurry, so that whatever I promise that man tonight, the real book still hangs him from the federal rafters in the morning." A beat. "And Noe. I want a forgery. A copy of the ledger good enough to survive ninety seconds in Crowe's hands under a flashlight. Because if this comes down to a handoff, and it won't, but if it does, I want to be holding a book that buys me ninety seconds instead of the book that's the only leverage I've got left in this whole rotten city."