Marcus kept his eyes on The Handler, forcing his voice to stay level. "You said you authorized this. Who's above you? Somebody signed off on killing a whole sector of a city."
"That question isn't going to save your daughter," The Handler said, though a small flicker crossed his face, like the question landed somewhere he didn't expect. "But since we're talking, I'll tell you this much. Nobody's above me on this particular decision. I built the model. I chose the release points. The people funding it just wanted results, not methods."
"So it's all you."
"It's all me." He said it without pride, without shame either, just fact. "Seven minutes, Mr. Cole."
Behind Marcus, Reyes had already moved off, slipping along the parked cars toward the north side of the fence, staying low. Priya kept
