Chapter 6

The head of security looked to Damien for the word. Damien didn't give it for me. He simply walked over and put a security tablet, already cued up, into my hands.

"You play it," he said, low, for me alone. "This is your floor."

I took the tablet. The cold light of the screen fell across the back of my hand. My fingers were steady. I've done this too many times — hunted through a stack of pages that look perfectly whole to find the one place someone quietly tampered with. Fakes always leave a tell. So do people.

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