"They have a name for you in the shadows," Elara whispered, her perfectly manicured fingers resting lightly against the raised, silver scars on my forearm. "Don't they... Tabib Tangan Tuhan?"
The golden morning light pouring through the panoramic windows seemed to freeze for a fraction of a second.
I did not pull my arm away from her touch. I did not feign ignorance, nor did I attempt to spin another absurd, comical lie about a mechanic reading medical journals. The absolute, undeniable truth was hovering in the space between us, and Elara had reached into the darkness and pulled it into the light with her bare hands.
I set my porcelain espresso cup down on the marble counter of the wet bar. The faint clink echoed sharply in the silent office.
"The deep web is a dangerous place to wand
