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  1. Also By Lindsay Ellis and Available From Titan Books
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Contents
  6. Author’s Note
  7. Part 1: It’s A Fool Who Plays It Cool
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  10. 3
  11. 4
  12. 5
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  14. Part 2: Love Has A Nasty Habit Of Disappearing Overnight
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  34. Part 3: A Crowd Of People Stood And Stared
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  56. Part 4: Happiness Is A Warm Gun
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  68. A Fiction Agreed Upon
  69. Acknowledgments
  70. About the Author

That prompted a response, and she heard enough hubbub behind her to tell her that was not what was supposed to happen. Whatever. She had to get out of here. There wasn’t anyone in this complex who could help her, and certainly no one who worked for the government would. No, her best bet was the guy who had been nominated for a Pulitzer for working alongside her hideously unscrupulous father, and she could only pray that Kaveh Mazandarani wasn’t as hideously unscrupulous as the company he kept.

Cora left the complex, ignoring multiple phone calls and texts from Sol and Luciana. She drove about a mile down the road before she stopped in a KFC parking lot, flipping open her phone and sending another call from Sol to voice mail. Then, she made a phone call of her own.

“Laurel Sullivan, please.” In a few short seconds, she had producer Laurel Sullivan on the line. “Hi, Ms. Sullivan? This is Cora Sabino. You reached out to me a few days ago about appearing on The Hot Seat with Satomi Mack? I’d like to discuss your offer.”

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It took about five minutes for Cora to realize what she’d gotten herself into, to say nothing of what she had just given up. No more official access to Ampersand, to say nothing of the job she was now out of at the precipice of the greatest economic depression in living memory. She called Kaveh’s burner, but it went straight to voice mail, and no response to texts, either. He didn’t seem like the type to be careless enough to let it die. So either he was up on the mountain with Enola, or he was dead.

Only one way to find out.

It was around 2:00 P.M. by the time Cora made it up the mountain, into the state park, and onto the runoff road. To her shock and disappointment, there was no Land Rover. There was no anything. Maybe he was still here? A Land Rover was large and obtrusive; maybe he had deliberately left it somewhere else so as not to draw attention. Or maybe he had been here and left at some point? She had to go into the cave to check, but the mere thought of seeing Enola gave her hives. She pressed a hand to the one ear that still had an earbud in it.

Obelus 2.0, but crazy.

Cora began the trek down to the cave entrance, bracing the whole way for the sounds of screeching noises to come through her earbud. When she got close to the mouth of the cave, a voice in the earbud said, “Hello, little cousin,” causing her nearly to trip and fall down the side of the steep hill. Definitely not Ampersand’s voice, but at the same time, not at all like Enola had sounded earlier. It was measured now, calm, refined.