Chapter 29: The Architecture of Control
The subterranean garage of the Rossi corporate tower vanished behind them in a squeal of reinforced rubber, replaced by the dark, rain-slicked veins of the city’s industrial shipping district.
The vehicle Damian had chosen wasn't one of his flagship luxury sedans; it was an armored, matte-black utility transport with deleted registration plates and localized signal jammers that turned the cabin into a digital black hole.
For forty minutes, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the low, predatory hum of the modified engine and the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers cutting through the downpour.
Chloe pressed herself as far against the passenger door as the leather seat allowed, her gaze fixed out the window. The reflection of the red emerg
