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Chapter Eighty-Three
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Marcus Dolan, Emma said, once Connor was back in the Panamera. Former military, as Lau said. And Connor, I found him fast, which worries me, because a man this careful should not be findable fast. Which means either Lau's information is slightly off, or Dolan wants to be found by the right kind of person, or. A pause. Or I'm being led.

"Explain the last one."

The trail to Dolan is clean. Too clean. A professional this deep in an operation this careful should be a ghost, and instead there's a fi
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  • Chapter Eighty-Six

    The inside of the house was spare and organized and had the specific quality of a place lived in by someone always ready to leave it. Cade poured coffee neither of them would drink and sat across a plain table and said, "Tell me about him. All of it. Fast."Connor told him. Adrian Vance. The name in the 2055 records, founding investor in Kadiron Innovations, the company that no longer existed. Forty million dollars. Four months. The search of Connor's old building. The package delivered to the right address two months early, meant for the friend who would have moved in. And the thing Emma had pieced together on the drive up, the possibility that Adrian was building an instrument to detect device signatures, and that this was what Priya Desai had found.Cade listened without moving, and his face got harder with every sentence, and when Connor finished he was quiet for a long time."Okay," Cade said finally. "Here's what I know, and here's what it costs you to know it." He turned his cu

  • Chapter Eighty-Five

    The two men looked at each other across forty feet of mountain clearing, and neither moved.Cade Gatlin was older than Connor by more than a decade, lean in the way of a man who had stopped caring about anything except what was necessary, with gray coming in hard at his temples and eyes that did the same complete inventory Connor's did, except Cade's had been doing it for far longer and had seen far worse. He wore work clothes. His hands were loose at his sides. And he watched Connor cross the clearing with an attention so total that Connor felt it as a physical pressure."Stop there," Cade said, when Connor was fifteen feet away.Connor stopped.For a long moment Cade just looked at him. And then Connor understood what he was doing, because he felt it too, a faint awareness at the edge of perception, like two tuning forks finding the same note. The devices, sensing each other. Whatever had been removed from Emma's index had not been removed from Cade's."There it is," Cade said quiet

  • Chapter Eighty-Four

    He left before dawn.The location Cassie sent was a name he didn't recognize, a small town in the mountains to the west, four hours of two-lane road climbing out of the Piedmont into country that got older and quieter the higher it went. Connor drove it in the gray light with the radio off and Emma mostly silent, and the whole way he had the specific sense of approaching something that could not be undone.You're anxious, Emma observed, an hour in."I'm about to meet the only other person like me," Connor said. "And he changed the entire future by accident, and he's been hiding for years, and his own niece is afraid of what being hunted did to him." He watched the road climb. "Yeah. I'm anxious."You're not exactly like him, Emma said. He's had his device for a long time. You've had yours for two months. Whatever he became, you're not there yet."That's supposed to be reassuring?"It's supposed to be true, Emma said. Reassuring is a different department.Connor laughed despite himself

  • Chapter Eighty-Three

    Marcus Dolan, Emma said, once Connor was back in the Panamera. Former military, as Lau said. And Connor, I found him fast, which worries me, because a man this careful should not be findable fast. Which means either Lau's information is slightly off, or Dolan wants to be found by the right kind of person, or. A pause. Or I'm being led."Explain the last one."The trail to Dolan is clean. Too clean. A professional this deep in an operation this careful should be a ghost, and instead there's a findable thread. It's possible Lau is being fed a name to hand to us, so that when we move on Dolan, Adrian Vance learns exactly who's hunting and how close they are. Emma's voice was precise. I'm not saying Lau is betraying you. I'm saying Lau might be betrayed without knowing it. His patron may have anticipated that Lau would turn, and prepared for it.Connor sat with that. It was the kind of layered possibility that made his head hurt, the specific paranoia of a game where every piece might be

  • Chapter Eighty-Two

    The call to Lau had to happen, and it had to happen in a way that didn't kill him.Connor thought about it the whole drive back to Greensboro. He couldn't use the channel Lau had used to reach him, because that channel ran through infrastructure Adrian's people might be watching, and a message from Connor to Lau was a death sentence with a return address. He needed something clean, something that existed only between the two of them.He had it by the time he reached the arts district. When he'd sat across from Lau at Bellweather, Lau had turned his teacup exactly three times over the course of the meeting, one deliberate rotation each time he said something that mattered. A man who communicated in small deliberate gestures was a man who would understand a small deliberate signal."Emma," Connor said, in the penthouse, near midnight. "The restaurant where Lau met his patron. Chen's. You said he goes there. Is it the kind of place that takes reservations?"It is."Book a table. Tomorrow

  • Chapter Eighty-One

    Connor did not go home.He drove straight to Charlotte with the photograph of Priya Desai burning behind his eyes and the two-word message sitting under it like a lit fuse. He does not know. Yet. He called Ethan from the road and said only that he was coming and that it couldn't wait, and Ethan, who could hear things in a voice, said the office would be open.It was full dark when he came off the elevator onto the eleventh floor, and the firm was still at war. Fewer people than the afternoon, but the ones who remained had the hollow-eyed focus of professionals past the point of exhaustion who would not stop because one of their own was in a van somewhere.Ethan met him at the door and took one look at his face. "You have something.""I have a lot of somethings," Connor said. "And most of them I can't explain. So I need you to decide right now how much unexplained you can work with, because we don't have time for me to earn it slowly."Ethan closed the office door."Show me."Connor pu

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