The Ghost Fever was a tide, and Reuben was a man trying to hold back the ocean with his bare hands. Each day, the red on the map spread out, a slow, inexorable stain. The world held its breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the first major urban center to be inundated. In the oppressive air of Aegis Haven, bold action was only to be found in Sarah Blake's spark.
She had become a woman consumed. The global reverence of the Oracle Movement, the public acclaim—it was all important, but not enough. It did not get to the core. While Reuben managed the end-of-days fallout, Sarah was fixated on the cause. Crane was still out there. And where Crane was, there had to be answers. A cure. A sample. Something.
Her investigation of his broken financial chain had hit a wall. The money routes
