dimly lit corridor. It smelled of cigars a

he hall. When he saw Ava, he immediatel

"What's th

. The final item at tonight's underground

d diagnosed as necessary to cure her grandfather. It onl

nd walked with Leo de

n get in here are not to be messed with. I heard s

"Are the fu

here." He knew Ava's accounts better than anyone;

vy metal door, where

el membership credentials. Leo's access w

ething out of her pocket and f

or letters, only a dark pattern inlaid with diam

erground club, with only five in existence world

ack card. He bowed ninety degrees and opene

nded. "Ava, you... wh

owner with a small technical pr

was circular and vast, tiered like a theater, e

irectly to the S-level VIP suite a

ofas, drinks, and a huge one-way glass window that overlooked

sofa, scanning

p and started typing

, "about that cufflink. I finally cr

d to him.

ot in the car. It's definitely him. And I finally broke through the classified registration for the cufflink. The owner is a man named Javier Franco.

An arms dealer. That explained the

he used to pay? Another SSV

d the S001 card, the man from last

n the opening items. Then, the auctionee

bid was one m

gh the suite's bidding

in the hall, and many pe

suite lit up, and a new price app

at the suite

d without hesitatio