I did not sleep.
Not because of the sentencing — that was done, finished, the weight of it set down exactly the way Zevran had described. Not because of the second network, which was a problem for morning.
I did not sleep because Zevran was in my bed and I was lying in the dark listening to him breathe and I was thinking about what Otto had said.
*Eleven of the forty-seven instruments trace back to the same northern corridor shell entity.*
I had been inside the Crone prosecution for months. I knew the network structure. I had built the case file. I had read every document, traced every connection, catalogued every shell entity.
And I had missed a second one.
Or it had come online after I stopped looking.
Either way — it was there.
Zevran's hand found mine in the dark. He wasn't asl
