Harvey stood motionless on the small porch, the phone still pressed to his ear.The quiet street below looked the same as it always did—streetlamps casting soft pools of light, a distant car engine fading into silence—but nothing felt the same.“I didn’t believe it until I traced the call,” Henry continued, his voice low and stripped of its usual dry warmth.Harvey’s grip tightened around the phone until his knuckles whitened. Clara Voss.She was one of the two partners he had trusted most back in North Korea, and also one of the two who had framed him in the massive data-breach scandal that destroyed the firm, ruined his name, and forced him into exile. She had teamed up with elements inside the North Korean government, hunted him, and driven him out of the country. But before he disappeared, he had left them a parting gift–evidence linking her and the others to a far more dangerous breach of top government systems. He had escaped believing the regime would finish what he started.