The Black Market Put a Price on Me

Two investigators were with him, each carrying a sealed sample case stamped with the highest emergency affairs clearance. "Don't move," Marcus said. His eyes were more complicated now than they had been before. "I should hand you over. But I'm going to ask one question first." "What question?" "Was somebody steering you toward the rift that night at the port?" Noah was about to answer when slow applause echoed behind Marcus. Leon had come down through a maintenance hatch on the other side, as if he'd always known this tunnel was here. "Looks like you've figured it out at last," Leon said with a smile. "This isn't a capture. It isn't a misunderstanding. Noah, from the beginning, you were the key sent into this city." Noah went still.