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room. Below him, the traffic of Manhattan flowed like a silent, indifferent river. He

ates hurried to his side, his footsteps

nodes and firewalls, a digital map of a ghost

his voice tight. "Our team can't get a precise location. The best they c

r stabbed at the red circle on the screen, a territor

growl. "I don't care if you have to knock on every door. I

on the wall. She shrugged on her trench c

garage and pulled her rented black seda

w, frustrating crawl, finally coming to a stop in

e plane tree, her eyes scanning the flood of un

ng too big for his small frame, holding the hand o

nd launched herself at Kennedy, a tiny, giggling cannonba

for the first time all day. She bent down, ruffled A

pened the back door, watching as the t

she reached for the ignition, a frantic mo

tension that didn't belong on a five-year-old. He was furious

She turned in her seat, her hand shootin

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was like steel. She pushed up his sleev

ying message in red: ANTI-TRACKING PROTO

its own, shot to his backpack on the seat between them. She

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re of Clements Global. In the corner, minimized but

fingers gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white

a choked whisper, laced with a te

? Do you have any idea

ut his eyes were defiant. "He hurt you, Mommy. He'

atmosphere, shrank back in her seat. Her big ey

past she had fought so hard to escape. The humiliation, the fe

a single, shuddering breat

op shut and shoved i

car into gear and peeled away from the

ror, checking for any sign of a tail. She fumbl

d-dialed

s voice was a low, urgent hiss. "It's hap

ving into a narrow one-way street, trying t