Page 85 of Black Reign

The last possibility keeps me awake.

Because Blackwell has been hunting someone like me for years.

Not Sabine.

Not Vesper, as far as I know.

The intruder.

The person slipping into outer layers of Blackwell systems and taking things the company would prefer remained buried.

Me.

I've never stolen money.

Money is boring.

Information is useful.

A corrupt executive needs convincing?

Information.

A government intermediary lying about where certain surveillance technology ended up?

Information.

A corporate lawyer who helped bury evidence tied to my father's death?

Information.

I collect leverage.

Sometimes I use it.

Sometimes I hold it.

Blackwell wants the person behind those breaches.

Xavier Blackwell’s father most of all.

I've read enough whispers about Xavier himself inside private networks to know that much.

The eye in the sky.

The heir who can find anyone.

Except me.

Ghost, meanwhile, has never once asked me a question that feels like interrogation.

That should reassure me.

It doesn't.

The best interrogators rarely sound like interrogators.

So I keep moving.