He vanished on a Wednesday.No fanfare. None of the warning signs you'd expect from someone disappearing; no meetings skipped that anyone actually noticed, no calls left unanswered by someone waiting to hear from him, no alarm tripped in any of the places under watch. He was just gone. Not where he should've been, and then he stayed not being there.Nobody caught on right away, though. It took three straight days of him simply not showing up before it stopped looking like a gap in his schedule and started looking like exactly what it was: he had disappeared.Zeph noticed first. He'd been keeping watch over Marcus's channels for a while now, tracking every message that came through. Then Wednesday hit, and all of it just... stopped.Not slowed down. Not a quiet day like any other. This was the kind of silence that only happens when someone reaches over and kills the whole system on purpose. And that's exactly what it looked like — every channel, all of them, going dead in the same inst

The Meridian Gala was an annual event that occupied a section of Evergreen's social calendar with the specific authority of something that had been happening long enough that not attending required explanation. It raised money for causes that were legitimate and was attended by people whose charitable interest was, in most cases, secondary to their professional interest in being visible in the same room as certain other people.Ethan attended because a person he needed to meet was going to be there, and because appearing at a charity gala forty-eight hours after the council had received the patriarch's statement was a precise communication about his assessment of his own position.The communication was: I'm not hiding.He arrived at eight. The gala was in the Meridian Grand ballroom, a room he already knew well, having worked it twice before, each time under a different cover. Big rooms like this weren't really for socializing, not as far as he was concerned. They were for gathering i

Nobody said anything for the whole twenty-minute drive. She already had the words ready; had them since they left the ballroom. Her problem was saying them without sounding rehearsed. Which was tricky, since they were. She'd gone over every line in her head the whole way there, sitting quiet in the passenger seat.Outside the window, Evergreen looked like it always did after dark. The gas station signs glowed soft and almost pretty. Even the plainest parts of the city, the parts nobody looks at twice seemed to dress themselves up like a skyline. She'd always liked it better at night than in daylight. A woman walked a dog past a shuttered pharmacy, and Lena caught herself hoping, absurdly, that the dog got its full walk in before any of this caught up with anyone. Then she was back in the actual problem, the one with her grandfather in it.They reached the safehouse and went up. The outer room was empty. Priya and Zeph still weren't back from whatever Zeph had needed Priya's help with