Page 87 of Black Reign

Green vines.

Staff moving beneath stone arches.

Security stationed discreetly enough that guests will eventually mistake them for well-dressed employees.

I count cameras.

Then stop.

Not because there aren't many.

Because something is wrong.

There are fewer than I expected.

Much fewer.

The wedding is almost analog.

Interesting.

Someone designed privacy into the event instead of surveillance.

No guest phones.

No personal cameras.

No active public networks.

Credential checkpoints.

Human security.

Offshore patrol.

Even the sky is protected.

Ghost's friend has serious money.

More importantly, serious security.

I begin wondering whether Ghost is one of the men wearing earpieces.

That would make sense.

A private-security specialist.

European connections.

Technical fluency.

Maybe Ghost isn't a guest at all.

Maybe he's working.

The thought disappoints me.

I dislike that immediately.