Page 42 of Axle
He flinched at her name like he was both relieved and ashamed to hear it aloud. “I’ve used her before. Half a dozen times in the past year. Always boring drops. Paper, not silicon. She’d also done jobs for other people on the Helix campus. She never asked questions. Works hard to leave no trace, including her identity, but with my skill set, I was able to figure that out.” He scrubbed his palm over his mouth. “I planned the same this time. Wanted the pickup to look like any other. I mirrored The Ledger. Creating the only full portable copy. Then I wrapped it in an encryption ladder only I could disassemble and seeded the vault with tripwires I could read from a distance. I boxed it on a cold drive and wrote a route with no touch points. She was supposed to stash the drive at the boathouse under a false HVAC panel. I left her cash in a duffel near the spot. No handoff. No faces. I would pull it once her empty shadow cleared my monitors.”
“Why did Ashlynn think she was meeting a contact?” I asked.
Elias looked as though he was nearing tears. “The broker’s ‘assist’ changed the instructions.”
“Assist?” Nitro asked.
“Her people got into his system somehow. They manipulated the message. It looked like his. Same typing tics. Same PGP. It told her to meet a contact. My guess is they did it so she would hang around long enough for them to get there once they spotted her. I didn’t see the alteration until after she was already on the move. Then the white van popped on a county cam three blocks out from her approach vector. I watched six minutes of life collapse in front of me. Men who never set foot in our building walked directly to the exact place they would have intercepted me if I’d been stupid enough to go myself.” His voice thinned.“Bellatrix must have reached inside the broker and squeezed. She wanted a public failure and an easy bag.”
“A warning to anyone who thinks to test her again,” I said flatly.
“She outsourced muscle,” Edge murmured, half to himself. “Mercs to snatch the package, shell companies to own the van, a cut-out to pay the broker, and the fucking Skulls to stage local noise in case anyone asked dumb questions.”
Elias nodded once, eyes gone far away. “Yes.”
“You ran.” Kane didn’t mean it as a judgment, just a mark on the map of events.
“I erased myself,” Elias corrected softly. “Cut all contact with the handful of people who could point toward me, then planted my body where the noise and warmth from these”—he jerked his chin at the racks—“would cover my breath and heat signature. I told myself if I was wrong—if she was alive—she’d be safer if no line between us existed.”
“She made it,” I reminded him. “To me.”
He closed his eyes a beat, nodded once, a shiver of relief so sharp it bordered on hurt. When he spoke again, his voice was firm. “If she’s safe, then I can do what I should’ve done a month ago.”
“And what’s that?” Edge asked.
“Give you the keys.”
His fingers found the lanyard at his chest. He tugged it free, then twisted the casing with the easy intimacy of a man who’d done it a hundred times. Inside were two micro-SDs taped back-to-back and a sliver of laminated card with a string of characters printed in 6-point font.
“Air-gapped ladder. The top keys are worthless without the bottom salts. The salts are noise without the phrase. And the phrase is useless without the timing sequence.” He looked atKane, then me. “I wrote it so I couldn’t be coerced into breaking it. Bellatrix assumed she could hurt me, and it would open. She made one mistake.” His mouth tugged, not joy, not pride—something harder. “She thought fear was the only lever.”
“Damn,” I mumbled. “Jax and Deviant are gonna want to kiss us for this.”
“Who?” Elias asked suspiciously.
“Our tech guys,” Nitro explained. “They’ve been untangling your ladder, but it’s slow as fuck because of all your tripwires.”
“They what?” he asked, jaw slack.
“You’re good, Leek. But they’re so much fucking better,” I replied.
I texted Jax as Elias gave me a few more instructions for the key.
Me
Leek alive. Cooperative. Codes incoming.
Jax
Tell him I love him, but if he embedded a watchdog in the ladder, I’m going to feel pretty fucking trigger-happy when it trips.
“Jax says hi,” I deadpanned.
Edge huffed something almost like a laugh.
Leek sagged onto the office chair like the weight of the telling had bled out of his calves.
Kane tipped his chin at Nitro. “Get him to a safe house.” Then he looked at Elias. “We’ll finish what you started and erase you. Two stops. New shoes, new shirt, different air to breathe. We’ll bring you back if Jax needs you—if we decide that’s the plan. Right now, you’re one body in a bunker none of us own, and the wrong eyes already know how to drive here.”
