g from the fall. My hand brushed against a row of heavy, leather-bound law books on the bottom shelf, and I felt a slight give. Curiosity, a

iskeys, was not jewelry or secret business pape

it on. The message history was short, but it was a conversation that methodically dismantled the last re

0 to 4:30. No recordings, no logs. Make it look conv

now perfectly steady, took a series of crystal-clear photographs of the screen. The last of my illusio

to that house as

and the low, constant hum of public-access computers, I began to build my escape. I used their terminals, shielded by layers of encrypted emails a

ically erasing Elara Vance. In her place, in the quiet, shadowed corner