CHAPTER 62 THE BOARD OF SHADOWS
"Drop the files, Aria, drop them," Ariana says. Her boots scrape against the bottom of the mahogany desk.
"I won't drop anything," I say. My thumb presses hard on the upload key until the plastic cracks. The screen shows a failure code. The progress bar freezes. Then the network router drops the connection.
"Every news desk in the sector has a secure drop box," I explain to Ariana. "They can't block all of them if I send the registry through the harbor line."
"They can, and they are," Ariana says. She lets out a humorless laugh. She stands up. Her leather jacket swings open as she walks across the room. Her hands are white as she rubs mud off her sleeve.
"Look at the status bars," she says. "The federal oversight board is a branch office for Havrald Tech. You're trying to tell a ghost about a murder he did himself."
"She's right," Luca says quietly. He looks up from the terminal.
"Every route we try gets shut down," he adds.
