Five forty-seven a.m.Noah Briggs had thirteen minutes.He had the structural documents in a waterproof case, a car with a cracked rear window and a working engine, and a board building that was eleven minutes away in no traffic at this hour which meant twelve in real terms.He had the parking garage entrance memorised. The service lift. The floor. The room number.He had been on time for every pour, every inspection, every site handover in twenty-two years of construction work.He had never been more aware that arriving one minute late was the same as not arriving at all.His phone rang. He answered the speaker without looking."Noah." Daren's voice. Measured. Too measured the way it got when things were close. "Two men from Hane's division just entered the board building through the main entrance. Don't use the main entrance.""I was going in through the garage.""There may be a secondary watch in the garage. Elara is sending you an alternate route to the service entrance. Check yo

The text had no sender. No carrier trace. Nothing.Elara ran it through the board's forensic messaging system in twelve minutes flat while Daren stood at the edge of the unfinished foundation and watched the city pretend the last six hours hadn't happened."Routed through three proxy nodes," she said, phone pressed to her ear. "Originated somewhere in the Meridian district. That's all we can get without a warrant.""We don't need a warrant," Daren said. "We need Eliza Sato.""She dropped her registered address eight months ago. No employment record since. No lease, no utility account, no mobile contract in her name." Elara looked at the blueprint still in his hand. "She's been hiding.""Or being hidden."A pause. "You think Rae has her.""I think the text said she knows who really designed the collapse. Not who falsified the reports. Not who moved the money." He folded the blueprint. "The collapse was designed. The materials failure was deliberate. Marco said the procurement chain was

Felix talked for forty minutes.He was not, it turned out, a man with sophisticated information. He was a man with proximity to Serena, to the Stahl family's social machinery, to the quiet rooms where powerful men said things they assumed unimportant people weren't retaining.But unimportant people, Daren had learned, retain everything. They have to. It's the only currency they're not expected to have.Felix had been introduced to Callum Rae fourteen months ago, three weeks after the collapse, at a dinner at Victor Stahl's apartment. Rae had come as Serena's new attachment, charming, precise, the kind of man who remembered what you drank and made you feel interesting without telling you anything about himself."He asked me about you," Felix said, looking at Daren. "Casually. Like he was just curious. Who you were before the company. Where you'd come from. If you had family outside the city." He paused. "I told him everything I knew. I thought he was just making conversation.""He was

She answered the door in a house robe and reading glasses, which meant she had been awake and had known he was coming.Victor's penthouse. The one Daren had paid for. She lived here now without Victor; they had separated quietly, the way the Stahls did most things, in private and without announcement.She looked at him across the threshold.Her eyes were sharp and pale and absolutely steady."Come in," she said. "I'll make coffee."He followed her into the kitchen. Sat at the counter. Watched her move through the familiar motions of an unfamiliar situation with the composure of a woman who had been rehearsing for it for a long time.She set a cup in front of him. Sat across the island. Folded her hands."You talked to Marco," she said."This morning.""Then you know.""I know you warned him. I know you told him the building was coming down. I know you asked him to put me in the east corridor." He looked at her. "What I don't know is how you knew."She looked at her coffee. "Victor," s