ragged Catherine bac

thetic, shivering expression vanished from Ca

derstorm battered the glass. Arjun's net was

stand. She popped the back casing off, unzipped a hidden pocket in her backpack to reveal a micro-toolkit, and w

a triple-encrypted proxy server on the dark web, by

een-digit number.

azy male voi

nformation broker, currently sitting

"Status on The Elysium Club," she ordered. The modulator warped

. "Servers are scorched eart

self. Arjun's enemies h

bounty on the dark net right now. Someone is throwing mil

"Flood the boards. Make it look like the

rossing that psycho. Besides, what could you possibly offer me? Unless you think you

l restore the 17th-century Dutch landscape y

sped. "You're pulling the Blank Ca

out tonight," Cather

llow space inside the air cond

m had cleared. A loud, sha

requires your presence in the living ro

skirt and a faded sweater. She followed Art

n diamonds. Cassandra Leigh-Wentworth. She was a top-tie

heap clothes and sneered. The heavy scen

he window, sipping black coffee. H

ummoned her to act as a human shield to d

harply against the floor. She walked right up to

f the house like a scullery maid. "Go to the kitche

ng by the walls

cry. She slowly raised her chin and

Catherine's spine straightened. A terri

s. A cold smile touched