Chapter 30 More Debts

• The air outside Alexander’s tent felt different. Colder. The ghost of my father, once a specter of bitter failure, now felt like a quiet witness. I had not avenged him. I had not reclaimed his legacy. But I had faced down the man who broke him and emerged, not as a conqueror, but as myself. Dr. Evelyn Lin. It was enough.
• The moment of personal clarity was shattered by Vance’s voice, sharp and urgent over the comms. “Lin, Thorne, get in here. We have a problem.”
• We found her staring at a live feed from a traffic camera. It showed the black sedan, idling in an alley behind a sleek, modernist building on the Upper East Side—the private lab Finch’s keycard had accessed.