Mag-log inChapter 74The first safe house was a derelict warehouse on the industrial edge of the city, the kind of place that had once hummed with empire business and now only echoed with broken glass and rain. We arrived just after dusk, the 48-hour clock down to eighteen hours. Riven drove. Lila sat in the back with a tablet, monitoring the new security feeds back home. I rode shotgun, gun in the glove compartment and tension coiled tight in my shoulders.“This was one of his bolt holes,” Riven said, killing the engine a block away. “Marcus liked keeping physical backups. Paper doesn’t hack as easily as servers.”We moved like ghosts — dark clothes, silenced steps, years of old instincts returning whether we wanted them or not. The side door hung crooked on rusted hinges. Inside, the air smelled of mold and motor oil. Flashlights cut narrow beams through the dust.Lila stayed close to me. “If the original is here, it’ll be in a hidden compartment or false wall. Marcus was paranoid about that
Chapter 73The prison visiting room smelled of bleach and old regret. I sat across from Kane at the scratched metal table, the plexiglass barrier between us feeling thinner than it should. Riven and Lila waited outside — a compromise. Kane had insisted on speaking to me alone. “Some ghosts only talk to the man who buried them,” he’d said through the intermediary.He looked older. Harder. Fifteen years had carved deep lines into his face, but his eyes still held that calculating glint I remembered from the empire days.“Voss,” he greeted, voice rough from disuse. “Didn’t think I’d see you on this side of the glass.”“I didn’t think I’d come back,” I said. “But Marcus changed the math.”Kane leaned forward, chains clinking softly. “Marcus always changes the math. You here about the paper?”I nodded once. No point dancing around it. “You witnessed it. The agreement. Tell me what it really says.”He studied me for a long moment, like he was weighing old loyalties against old grudges. “It
Chapter 72The coordinates glowed on my phone screen like a challenge. A remote park clearing about forty minutes outside the city. Neutral ground, as Marcus called it. I memorized the location, then deleted the message. Twenty-eight hours. The number felt smaller every time I thought it.Lila caught me in the hallway. “What aren’t you telling us?”I hesitated only a second. No secrets. Not anymore. I showed her the screen. She read the text once, twice, then handed the phone back with steady hands that didn’t match the fear in her eyes.“You’re not going alone.”“I might have to.”Riven appeared behind her, drawn by our voices. He took the phone, read it, and went very still. “This is a trap. He wants you isolated. Wants me to wonder if you’ll come back.”“He wants all of us off balance,” I said. “But if I don’t show, he’ll make good on the threat. We’ve seen how close he can get.”We returned to the war room. The whiteboard now held the new coordinates circled in red. Kane’s name un
Chapter 71Morning light felt like an intrusion. I stood at the kitchen window, coffee gone cold in my mug, watching the tree line where the camera had caught nothing and everything. The house smelled of fresh toast and tension. Lila moved quietly behind me, setting plates down with deliberate care. Riven sat at the table, eyes shadowed, typing on his laptop with mechanical precision.None of us had slept more than an hour.“The new cameras are online,” Riven said without looking up. “Triple redundancy. Motion alerts straight to all our phones. If anyone breathes near the property, we’ll know.”Lila slid into the chair across from him. “Good. But what about the thing Marcus actually wants?” She glanced at me, then at Riven. “The key asset. We’re not pretending anymore, right?”I set my mug down. “We’re not.”Riven closed the laptop. For a long moment the only sound was the refrigerator humming. Then he spoke, voice low.“Twelve years ago I was broke, running, and desperate enough to m
Chapter 70The photo stayed on the screen longer than it should have. Lila’s studio window, lit from inside, the edge of her easel visible. Someone had stood beyond the tree line, close enough to watch her.Riven’s hand tightened on the phone. “He’s testing us.”I nodded. “Or showing what he can do without trying.”Lila appeared in the doorway, drawn by the tension. She took one look at our faces and crossed her arms. “What now?”I handed her the phone. No secrets. Not this time. She stared at the image, her jaw working silently. For a moment she looked like the little girl who had been taken from me years ago. Then the steel returned — the same strength that had carried her through the aftermath.“We change the cameras,” she said. “We add lights. Motion sensors. Whatever it takes.”Riven was already nodding. “I’ll handle it at first light. But we need to assume every system we touch could be compromised.”We moved to the living room, the three of us clustered on the couch like we use
Chapter 69Sleep didn’t come.I lay beside Riven in the dark, staring at the ceiling while his breathing stayed too even to be real. He wasn’t sleeping either. Neither of us had spoken much after we got Lila calmed down and sent her to bed. She’d hugged us both tighter than usual, her eyes searching our faces for the reassurance we couldn’t quite give.The house felt different now. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of leaves outside the window carried weight it hadn’t carried yesterday. The peace we’d built — fragile as it was — already had cracks running through it.At 2:17 a.m., Riven finally turned toward me. His hand found mine under the covers.“You’re thinking about the files again,” he said quietly.I didn’t deny it. “I’m thinking about everything I still don’t know.”He was silent for a long moment. “Whatever Marcus thinks I am… whatever he thinks you stole… we’ll face it. Together.”I wanted to believe him. I wanted to pull him closer and pretend the 48-hour clock
Chapter 48Mercer cracked by 9:15 a.m.Elias sent the footage without comment. I watched it once in the study, door locked, volume low. Mercer pacing his apartment like a trapped animal, voice cracking as he left another voicemail for the vice chairman. “They’re onto us. Voss knows. I can feel it.
Chapter 46I didn’t confront him that night.Instead I watched.Riven moved through the penthouse like a man walking on thin ice — careful steps, quiet voice, eyes that never quite settled on mine for long. He checked on Lila twice, made her tea with the precision of someone who had done it a thous
Chapter 45The tracker lit up at 11:03 a.m.I was alone in the study when the alert hit my secondary laptop. The poisoned file had been accessed. Downloaded. Forwarded to Marcus’s encrypted server. Riven’s credentials. No mistake. No shadow account. Just clear, undeniable proof.I stared at the scr
Chapter 44I set the poisoned file at 4:12 a.m. while Riven slept.It looked real. A full ledger of offshore accounts, complete with dummy transactions and my forged digital signature. But the moment it was accessed from an external IP, it would trigger a silent alert and plant a tracker. If Riven







