CHAPTER NINETEEN
WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 18, 2027 10:32am
Present Day / (01:05:55:59)
The trail he was following was as cold as the coffee standing next to his laptop. Log after log, report after report. All the same. All normal. Users by the thousands coming and going. Players at all levels, in every age, using every trick. Everything just the way the system designed it.
Until four days ago. Until Z.
Marcus took a swig of the icy brew and winced at the sour flavor. How long had it been sitting there? How long had he been sitting there? He pushed away from the table and scanned the small coffee shop. It was quiet, quieter than a typical morning. That was good. Quiet was good.
His early morning encounters with reporters and police the day before were enough. Today he escaped into the anonym
