It was Dante Ruiz — Miles’s former protégé, the man Miles had left behind in Caracas, presumed dead. His face was half scarred, one eye gone, replaced by a milky prosthetic that somehow still seemed to see everything.
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Miles Voss had been drinking cheap whiskey in a Baton Rouge motel when the encrypted message came through. It was Dante Ruiz — Miles’s former protégé,
The “getaway” was a converted fire lookout in Montana’s Crazy Mountains — no cell service, one road in, snow already dusting the pines. Lena’s paranoia was palpable. She slept in three-hour shifts, checked window locks obsessively. 72 hours
“They’re not after my software,” she told Miles on the second night. “They’re after the list of clients who paid to hide their crimes. Governments. Crime lords. One of them is a former U.S. official.”