Chapter 8

The call ended.

I took off the headphones, leaving only the low hum of the air conditioner in the room. I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and pressed my palm against the cold glass. Outside, the city breathed in the darkness, like a slumbering beast.

Five days left.

In five days, I would either be lying on an operating table, my body cut open, losing an organ in exchange for blood-stained co