Chapter 18 18. JORDAN (18)

JORDAN

I was packing when Charley’s message lit up my phone screen.

The suitcase sat open on the bed, half-full of clothes that still smelled like my old place in Mill Hill, Hertfordshire, where I stayed outside London.

The drive to Canary Wharf—Jibril Reynolds’ place in London—would take fif...

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