Chapter Five: The Man Who Always Delivers

Daystar cut one apart, but her light failed midway. Lin vaulted the barrier, dodged another, and seized the Courier's rear seat. Shen photographed the instant. The slanted rail made a leading line, the red medicine case was the only sharp subject, and the square window of the distant station enclosed the frame. He still needed a witness. Below, rush-hour traffic filled the real city. Drivers looked up and saw only an abandoned ramp. Lin took out her phone and called the number on the receipt. Someone answered. “Your medicine has arrived,” she said. An old woman was silent for several seconds. Then she spoke a name. “Lu Yuan?” The Courier braked hard.