Point of Collapse

Chapter 248. The Net Closes

DONOVAN

Felix called at eleven at night, which by now I had learned to read as a signal in itself. He didn't call late unless the call was worth losing sleep over.

"He's cooperating," Felix said. He had no time to waste on a preamble. Though he never used a preamble for anything that mattered.

I was seated in the room chair. The laptop screen light was the only source o