Page 377 of Scars of Fate

Calm eyes that missed nothing.

He shook Adam’s hand.

“You are officially dead.”

“So we’ve heard.”

“My government received notice of your deaths four hours ago.”

“From whom?”

“General Robert Kane.”

Adam and I exchanged a look.

Kane hadn’t only erased us from American records.

He had announced our deaths internationally.

Roth continued.

“Banque Laurent has been evacuated. The perimeter is secure. The public explanation is a gas leak.”

“Any sign of Minser?” I asked.

“No confirmed sighting. No one has entered or left the bank since containment activated.”

“He had at least two operatives inside. One may have accessed an underground passage before the lockdown.”

Roth’s expression changed.

“What passage?”

“We’ll show you.”

We loaded into two armored vehicles.

The drive into Geneva took nineteen minutes.

Every second felt wasted.

People walked along sidewalks.

Sat outside cafés.

Waited for buses.

Ordinary lives.

Fate saw them as numbers.

Pressure points.

Casualties capable of producing a profitable response.

I saw Wynn.

Camille.