Chapter 240: The Thread
CAMERON
I had not slept.
This was not a complaint, it was simply a fact, logged the way I logged everything, useful primarily because it told me how much margin I had left before my judgment started to degrade. I had perhaps four more hours before that happened. I intended to use them.
Marcus called at six on a secure line, which meant he had something worth the precaution.
"He's in custody," Marcus said. No preamble. "Chicago PD picked him up at an urgent care clinic two hours ago. Stab wound to the lower abdomen, doesn't match the story he gave the intake nurse. They flagged it, ran his name, got a hit against the description from the facility's morning security sweep."
I sat up straighter at the kitchen table. "Dante connected."
"Dante connected," Marcus c
