Razor's message arrived just after midnight, and Knox read it twice before handing the phone to me.
“He wants a meeting. Just you and him, no armies, no weapons, and no backup.” Knox said, and his voice was so controlled that I knew he was already furious.
I read the message again, although I already knew what it said.
Abandoned carnival. Two hours. Come alone. I want to talk.
“He expects me to go alone.” I said.
“He expects you to be stupid.” Knox said.
I looked up at him, and his jaw tightened as he paced across the room.
“I need answers, Knox.” I said.
“You need to stay alive.” He said.
“I can do both.” I said.
“No, Maze, you can’t walk into a meeting with Razor and expect me to sit here while you put yourself in his hands.” He said.
I stepped closer, and when he turned towar
