I spent four days building the map.
A different map.
I used the wall of Aerie above the work table, felt paper that Elara had found for me in the storage room, cut into sections: Vivian’s data transactions, documented over three months by Elara’s quiet observation.
Zane’s collar architecture, as Caleb had described it and as Zane himself had filled in from memory.
Cassin’s research method was extrapolated from the disinformation profile I’d been building. The Phoenix letter from the summit, in Caleb’s translation.
Four streams.
Each is internally consistent. Each is pointing in the same general direction.
I needed the center point.
“The data Vivian has been selling,” I said to Elara when she came with the morning tray.
“You said the buyer’s channel runs through a legal docu
