Phantom Frequency

In the safe house in the old district, Maeve sat before a laptop with a screen that was half-dimmed, her fingers moving quickly across the keyboard.

Lenora stood behind her, one hand pressing against her still-aching ribs, eyes fixed on the screen with an expression that could not be called patient.

"Done?" asked Lenora.

"Almost." Maeve did not look up. "You want to lure Falcon in—not invite him t