CHAPTER 34 — HOW TO SIGN WITHOUT SIGNING.

The folio dips, the bike drifts off, and the street finds its pulse again. I didn’t sign. And yet my name blinks in the margin of a contract I never touched. The sheet burns against my sternum; the red cross at my wrist throbs.

—Get in —Alessio says from the car, thread of a voice—. I’m pulling you...

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