Sasha Voss had spotted the glint of a second shooter in the crates, giving them just enough warning to slip through a gap in the port’s fence, the duffel bag of vault contents (files, recordings, and a USB drive labeled For Ellie) banging against Lena’s side. The key to locker 47 and her father’s coded letter, tucked in her jacket, felt heavier than ever, its warning about the Consortium—a network of power brokers like Grayson backing Vivian Whitmore—driving her forward. ...