Chapter 12 · free to read
00:41. His card, his floor, his name in the log. He had insisted on that part.
Four hundred and six pages in nine minutes. The machine was the loudest thing in the building.
Nine days ago. Whoever they were paying, they were paying for somebody who was still breathing.
Proof of life. Nine days old, in his father's own accounting hall.
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