Chapter Seven
Vilnius, Lithuania
Somewhere ahead, Denton was waiting, as per Olesya’s arrangements.
Jay stared through the tinted windshield of their late-model sedan—acquired with Aviary’s expertise. On the corner of the narrow, paved road was a café, the location Denton had given Olesya via disposable email—or dark mail.
He’d looked at the road ahead at least ten times now. Olesya had made sure to thoroughly check around the café, to the point where he’d pretty much seared the layout of every street in his mind.
It was overkill, but he was marching right into Denton’s playground by himself, without any kind of regenerative pseudogenes. And that made him all kinds of uneasy.
‘Do you know what to say?’ Olesya asked.
‘Yeah.’ Not really.
Olesya frowned. ‘Do you have something you can
