The drive back was a blur of screeching tires and shouted directions. Alessandro pushed the vehicle to its limits, weaving through traffic, ignoring every red light.

Eva's hands shook. She stared at her phone, at the timer Lyra had sent.

Four minutes.

"Faster," she whispered.

"I'm trying!" Alessandro's knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

Katerina sat in the back, reloading her weapons with mechanical precision. "If the implant detonates, how big is the blast?"

"Fifty-foot radius," Eva ...