CHAPTER 22 —

Time in a crisis is weird — like chewing gum that stretches and snaps. Ninety minutes is a lifetime and also a hiccup, depending on what you do with it. Nicole sat up in the hospital bed with a stale coffee cup in one hand and Anders’ laptop open in the other, looking like a woman who’d chosen to be awake because sleep felt irresponsible.

“Okay,” she said. “We have ninety minutes. Who wants to be dramatic and make mistakes first?”

Anders smiled, which was ...