CHAPTER 32 —

The courier van melted into the city like a rumor — slow, ugly, and with the smell of someone trying to make a thing disappear by putting it on a truck. Nicole watched the tail lights until they were two soft red commas on the horizon and then turned to Harrow with the part of her that was all blood and business.

“We follow them legally,” she said. “We don’t chase with baseball bats and bad ideas. We move the judge, we move the law, and we move reporters who will ...